Tonight I'll watch you rock the house;
Your music will fill the cracks.
The crowd will shout,
or throw you out.
(but I really doubt that)

Tonight your palms will sweat from fear
Of messing up, or failing
But don't worry
You'll still have me
(If the crowd shuns your drumming)

Tonight when the crowd looks too big
You can focus in on me.
Watch me watch you
Watching me too
(and you can keep on playing)



Written: April 11th, 2006. 5:47PM