Lyrics
Out Thursday evening and we're trying for money
Playing our songs just for the lonely and hungry
Never dream of leaving this again
Local drunk cliche slurring nothing but curse words
Spilling his whiskey spitting something about Freebird
People they're coming, start rolling in
We know it now, these nights never end
The place is full
The room is warm
Folks applaud
But no one's really listening
There's a young couple making out in the front row
Thank you for showing us how far your tongue can go
Young in love and everyone should know
Searching for feelings at the bottom of bottles
The boys they start pushing and they're looking for trouble
A table of six and their heads hang low
Faces glisten in the pale pretty glow
The crowd it roars
The TV's on
Too, I watch
I forget the words I'm singing
The place is full
The room is warm
Folks applaud
But no one's really listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody, nobody