Lyrics

So I’d like to take my time this stab, and let sweaty palms show that I am…
Still singing loud up on my toes ‘til my voice shakes.
And I’ll write some words you’ll pick apart and that’s okay.
‘Cause anthems ride on melody – and voices change.
Keep us in motion. Share that sound – ‘cause we own it!

We’re quiet when we’re on the street – I don’t know you; you don’t know me.
But I know that band you’ve got emblazoned on your chest.
And I’m sure we share a favorite song or favorite phrase.
But I shuffle by you anyway. Man, I hope to change.

Keep us in motion. Share that sound.
Take up the mantle. Bear some weight.
And I hope what’s precious isn’t gone.

Don’t mistake my goal; this tribute is not for me.
The songs I’m most proud of aren’t the songs I write to sing.
As for making friends here during the show, I seek that most.

We’d drive for hours and we’d watch the opening act.
And I’d wear my newest shirt of bands I saw the weekend just before.
But I grew up.

I ran it through my mind today.
I think I liked me more before. I think my friends agree.
And if these regrets turn to creed, we’ll speak of what can come to be.
Let the lesson read: If what you hold precious isn’t gone, then don’t grow up.

Don’t mistake my goal; these tributes aren’t for me.
The songs I’m most proud of aren’t the songs I write to sing.
As for making friends here during the show, I seek that most.