Camped Out

Alright, Alright, alright sometimes I think about a while back; I’m camped out in a parking lot passed out in the back seat; Knowing we get just one shot; Up at dawn; Just waiting for that clock to strike nine ; Gotta get ourselves in that lottery; Got a band to see, gotta snag the first spot in line; Sitting and waiting, dreaming of infiltrating; All those other cars on each side, We aren’t leaving; We just smile, patient, plotting; Two cups of coffee, hours of songs later; Finally out of the car holding the number we’ve drawn; Exhausted, leaning on the wall; More valuable than money, that number and that timing; We’ve been up all night; Dreaming; Waiting for this moment; The man in front of us has our hearts in his hands; Slowly pulling out a number, Alright, Alright, alright, it’s all come down to this; We got those tickets It was worth every single second Every moment of staying up all night. Mission accomplished. Alright alright ... Alright. .