We piled in

to a cramped old van

drove all night

to the western sand

drank forties on the roadside

half slept until the daylight

We tried new things

every day

we tried we tried we tried we tried new things

screaming into a dirty old microphone I was told by some voice from beyond

this is what is what you came here for

Take my hand

we’re going out on the road

all in the service of being heard, bein’ heard

Try

Try in the only way you know how

to brighten up the dark

even when it feels weird

Try in the only way you know how

Don’t stop tryin

don’t stop don’t stop

Did you know

That our hearts and minds are given to us only once

Only one time, Did you know

That if you spray paint that cd

It will get stuck in people’s cars

And they’ll have to listen to your voice forever

In dark times

it calms me to recall them good ol times

Would you hear the song inside my heart

and sing it to me when memory fails

Take my hand

We’re goin off on our own

All in the service of being heard, being heard

At age nineteen

sliding across the stage on my knees

I would tell you

You can do anything

Anything you want

Anything at all

Nothing stands in your way

Anything you want

Anything at all

Nothing stands in you way

I believe even if no one else believes

I believe even if no one else believes