connecting this beautiful old room
beautiful people in this home
staring at the mountain
around which they built this town painfully reminding myself that
I can't stick around and I'm looking out at all the houses
staring up at all the steeples here again
looking out at all these wonderful people
and I tell myself to sit back
relax and have a ball still
I'm wondering what it's like
to really be here,
here at all.
In and out again,
another whirlwind town.
Complete with a tour of the backstage
and peeks out my cap at a crowd.
And I'm the luckiest young man
in the world I know to be here.
Shaking so many hands
and so far away from home,
but I'm looking out at those
girls down below.
When they're dancing,
laughing,
when they're telling stories,
I would like to know
when I tell myself to sit back, relax,
there's another fly up on the wall, wondering what it's like
to really be here, hear it all.
Do you hear it all?
It's always like, in and out again,
and then back on down the road,
time to play around,
but no time to get to know,
barely time to make up my mind,
lucky, unlucky,
what's it gonna be this time?
Do I rise? Do I fall?
Am I just another fly up on the wall?
Am I here? Here?
Am I here at all?
Am I here at Oh.
The microphone's been checked again
and the stage is setting ready.
All these faces toward the front crying,
rock me steady, rock me steady.
And I'm the luckiest young man
in the world I know to be.
Swinging so many asses
an d so far away from home.
I'm looking out at those girls down below.
When they're dancing,
laughing, telling stories
I would like to know
when I tell myself to sit back
relax and have a ball
consider myself a lucky boy
you know that you all came out
here in the snow and the cold
we get to hang out a club -pastime
on a Friday night
I'm just happy to be here at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Timmy, hear it all.
Woo -hoo. Oh, oh, oh.
Ooh.