The Load Out

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They are the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show
And that was sweet
But I can hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
But when the last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

But the band's on the bus
And they are waiting to go
We gotta drive all night
And do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
'Til those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
The only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play
People you've got the power over what we do
You can just sit there and wait or you can pull us through
Hum along, sing this song
You know that you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes speeding down
You're gonna wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here