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.
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