Mr. Guder
tomhetens förganga drömmar
Skapas kunskap av svalda ord
ur böckers strömmar
Living in the inner worlds
Collecting all the fallen words
Are we verbally designed
In... sleep or preoccupied
Kan inte vinden blasa nalar
mot balongen
Rinner kalla stearinet bort till
glömda minnen
STAY
(spoken)
I抎 like to do a song I抳e never played in public before
It抯 a brand new song
It抯 sort of a tribute to friends of mine that come out here on the road
And to you, too...
Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up, tear it down,
they抮e the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They抣l set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show
And that was sweet
I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs
That抯 a sound they抣l never know
Roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get æ…¹m up them ramps
When it comes to moving me,
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar抯 been packed away
You know that I still wanna play
So make sure you抳e got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano
But the band抯 on the bus
And they抮e waiting to go
Gotta drive all night and do the show in Chicago
Or Detroit
I don抰 know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in the hotel room
And wander round backstage
Til those lights come up
And we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came
Now we抳e got country and western on the bus
R&B
We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
And we got rural scenes and magazines
And we got truckers on CB
And we got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
The only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play
People, you got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait or you can pull us through
So come along, sing this song,
You know that you can抰 go wrong
Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You抮e gonna wake up in your town
But we抣l be scheduled to appear a thousand miles away from here
People, stay just a little bit longer
We want to play -- just a little bit longer
Now the promoter don't mind
And the union don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind and sing
One more song--