From the recording Light it Up
Lyrics
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Coil of cord on the floor (Yeah)
Setlist taped to the door
Last show wristband on the nightstand
You say, "I'm done"
I'm done
I'm done
Yeah, uh
You hang that mic on the stand like a medal (Medal)
Click off the chain, let it settle
All those nights, cheap flights, late soundchecks
Voice shot raw, singing from your neck (Ayy)
Posters peeling off the hallway wall
Coffee in a thermos, half-past fall
You laugh, remember when the crowd knew every word
Now the living room's the only stage left underserved (Ayy)
You say, "Baby, I just wanna breathe
Sleep in my bed, not on seat 13C"
But your fingers still tap on your knee
Like a kick to the snare on repeat
When you hang up the mic (Ayy)
I'm still your front row (Oh)
Still screaming your name (Ayy)
In the quiet at home (Oh)
If the curtain comes down (Ayy)
And you step from the light (Light)
I play the crowd alone every night, every night
When you hang up the mic
Setlist stuffed in a shoebox, ink bled blue
Hotel keys, all cities that we outgrew
You trade green rooms for the kids' cartoons
Soundcheck scar for Sunday afternoons
But you still hum hooks while you stir that pie
Hit that high note then say, "Old habit forgot"
You're barefoot, hair tied in my old shirt
Still the same star that set my world first
You say, "Maybe all that fire was a phase"
But I see embers glowing in your gaze
If the stage was a storm you survived
This house is the harbor you drive
When you hang up the mic (Oh)
I'm still your front row (Oh)
Still screaming your name (Oh)
In the quiet at home (Oh)
If the curtain comes down (Ayy)
And you step from the light (Light)
I play the crowd alone every night, every night
When you hang up the mic
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, when you hang up the mic
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, if it's the last encore (Woo)
We already got what we came for
Not the screams, not the charts, not the shows
Just you laughing in my arms, whispering, "Let's go"
So if you ever touch that stage again
I'll turn this kitchen into your stadium
When you hang up the mic (Oh)
I'm still your front row (Oh)
Still screaming your name (Oh)
In the quiet at home (Oh)
If the curtain comes down (Ayy)
And you step from the light (Light)
I play the crowd alone every night, every night
When you hang up the mic
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
When you hang up the mic
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
When you hang up the mic
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh