No Rest

You hear a song and it's not like any song you've ever heard before

Think, "What is this, who is that?" and you bust it down to the record store

And you buy the album of this song, 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 ya

But you can't put it down

Ain't no rest for the rock stars

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 warning

'Cause we are high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars

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 half way 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 rock stars

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 warning

'Cause we are high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars

And it never changes, whether you're playing sold-out arenas

Listening to whole crowd singing every single word back at you, or you're

Strumming along way past your bedtime dark

You trying to stretch your fingers far enough to play the first chord

From the little people staring on 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, or the platinum handcuffs

The curse, the cure, the love

Ain't no rest for the rock stars

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 warning

'Cause we are high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars