Well, we landed in Seattle feeling barely half alive
It was around about 4.30 in the morning, maybe 5
I was one crispy critter after two weeks on the road
seeing my reflection in the mirror, man, it shook
Well, we loaded up the bus with the cold rain drizzling
driving play with Midland
I in the jammed her in gear
drove highways for what seemed years
Well, my the stage
I my I’d my age
them grin
the lights, I’ll alive again
I drove away the there was park
I the hammer down, through the dark
Van snowing-on-the-tone
I over the mountain in the construction zone
around see semi in my lane
headlights horn train
He big brakes screaming demons in the hill
Missed us an inch and, man, it gave cold chills
Well, my the stage
I my I’d my age
them grin
the lights, I’ll alive again
The band was drinking beer backs spilling it on the floor
However much they drank, there was always one more
I was jamming the oldies, good old steel
as the moonlight made my hands look bone-white on the wheel
I guess I noticed the tank went dry
Troopers looked up when we went speeding by
By the time the came up, we were feeling mighty fine
We gave whoop hollered when we crossed the line
The was going in Cook’s Garage
Finally, up ahead, I saw the sign mirage
up the entrance fellow who are you?
I well, I’m Zane Williams we’re the Wilder Blue
I’ve seen the look quite the one he gave me
Over shoulder, I what it on the marquee
reunited for one show
He the Wilder Blue died in bus crash
That’s been 30 ago
Well, my the stage
I my I’d my age
them grin
the lights, I’ll alive again
Well, my we’ll believe tune
old friend, Peter Boe, happy ruin
them grin
the lights, we’ll alive again
