No Rest (feat. Javier Colon)

You hear a song

And it's not like any song you've ever heard before

Think, what is this, who's that?

And you bust it down to the record store

And you buy the album it's on

Take it home and listen to it all night long

Until the  morning

A dream is born and

You wake up on a mission

To buy that beat-up Gibson hanging in the shop

Cutting yards, selling baseball cards

Whatever it takes till you drop

A handful of crumpled up dollar bills on the counter

And you play that thing until your fingers bleed

Where the strings cut you

But you can't put it down

Ain't no rest for the rockstars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers

But dreams don't care if you're tired

Ain't no turning off the wanting

'Cause we're high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rockstars

You see that open mic night

Advertised on the marquee down the road

You show up, sign up

With a lump in your throat and a song you just wrote

Throwing up in the bathroom stall

Thinking hard about backing out

But they call your name and it's way too late

For stage fright now

Hands shaking, so is your voice

Fumbling through the chord changes

But about halfway through the song

Fear starts to feel like famous

And you taste that rush

That born-to-do-this buzz

And you try to shut your eyes, after the show, in your bed, but

The adrenaline won't let you 'cause

Ain't no rest for the rockstars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers

But dreams don't care if you're tired (Dreams don't care if you're tired)

Ain't no turning off the wanting

'Cause we're high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rockstars

And it never changes

Whether you're playing sold-out arenas

Listening to the whole crowd

Singing every single word back at you

Or you're strumming along

Way past your bedtime, dark

You're trying to stretch your fingers far enough

To play the first chord

From the little people staring up

At a poster on the ceiling

To the Rolling Stones on it

Yeah, they both know the feeling

The hunger, the fire, the do-or-the-die-er

The platinum handcuffs

The curse, the cure

The love

Ain't no rest for the rockstars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers

But dreams don't care if you're tired

Ain't no turning off the wanting

We are high on and we're haunted

By the music (By the music) in our bloodshot hearts  (In our bloodshot)

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rockstars