Red Letter Days

What if that was the last show that I’ll ever play?

Green room, bottle cap, pack up your things, fly away

Thirty thousand feet, the rent was pretty cheap

Long as I kept my eyes closed

What if that was the last show?

What if that was the last show?

Bodies lined up in straight rows of velveteen chairs

Jewel box, chandelier, standing here nothing prepares you

For the feeling that starts when you fall into their hearts

And you hold them with your voice

What if that was the last show?

What if that was the last show?

Well, the lucky ones, we dust ourselves and crawl back to the stage

After this season of silence, of grief and of rage

We’ll drink in the crowd, and when the bar gets real loud

We’re gonna sing them a tune

Of the wonder and ruin

Of these red letter days