The Singer In A Band

Once I was the singer in a band
Circa 1997
Attitude like 311
Lifting our middle fingers to the man
I don't recall if we were any good
I'm guessing probably not
But we smoked a lot of pot
So in our heads we were destined for Hollywood

Making a great loud boom
In the great, big, empty room

Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Trying to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range

And once I was the singer in a band
An acoustic power trio
Not aiming for the radio
Keeping it real and focused on the fans
Never the best looking bunch around
But we were doing something right
Selling out most every night
Like the Beatles of the southern underground

We partied like rockstars
Flying under the radar

Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Trying to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range

I think I was born to be the singer in a band
Playing sure gets lonely
I can work a room with just a guitar in my hand
But there's something 'bout a band
Only the singer understands

Once I was the singer in a band
Sleeping in a motor coach
Traveling from show to show
Living the words of "On The Road Again"
A guitar, bass, a drummer, and some keys
Over a decade going strong
The sound was all our own
Like the highway playing in the major key

Oh, how I miss those guys
The way a bird misses the skies

I'd strain my voice
Trying to reach too high
For the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Always just a little out of range
Out of my range
Now, it's out of my range
Out of my range

Yeah, I wish I were
A-singing with the band