[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
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 and 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 hangin' in the shop
Cuttin' yards, sellin' baseball cards, whatever it takes 'til 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
[Chorus: Javier Colon]
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 turnin' off the warnin'
'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
[Verse 2: Colt Cord]
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
Throwin' up in the bathroom stall, thinkin' hard about backin' out
But they call your name and it's way too late for stage fright now
Hands shakin', so is your voice, fumblin' through the chord changes
But about halfway 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
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 and 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 hangin' in the shop
Cuttin' yards, sellin' baseball cards, whatever it takes 'til 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
[Chorus: Javier Colon]
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 turnin' off the warnin'
'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
[Verse 2: Colt Cord]
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
Throwin' up in the bathroom stall, thinkin' hard about backin' out
But they call your name and it's way too late for stage fright now
Hands shakin', so is your voice, fumblin' through the chord changes
But about halfway 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
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