Rehearsal

Born in 1900, not enough shoes to go around

Warsaw for ellis island, massachusetts bound

Just a horn and a suitcase, not a hair on his face

They told him when he landed that he'd have to find a trade

So he built a funeral home and bought a shiny black hearse

With his brother at his side, every day they'd get to work

Then wash their hands and write music, playing deep into the night

Take their band out on the road and finally feel alive

Load up the gear, strap on the bass

Keep a cigarette lit, burning right at the tip, anything to warm your face

Let it burn on down so the windshield doesn't freeze

So you don't forget to breathe

Driving home from shows on cold new england nights

Knew gruesome work was waiting when home greeted with a light

Because when there's a light on, there's a cold one

A loved one, an old one, a young one, there's always someone

There's always curfew at the bars

A time to lay down that guitar

And every show's gotta end

Every night, every life

There's always last call

Can't always spare time to rehearse

Sometimes all you get is time for one verse

Rehearse if you can, keep an eye on the time

Remember what's coming at the end of the line

Soak in the cold, breathe in the air

Slam a stiff one back 'cause there's one curfew we all share

Load up the gear, strap on the bass

Keep a cigarette lit, burning right at the tip, anything to warm your face

Let it burn on down so the windshield doesn't freeze

So you don't forget to

Load up the gear, strap on the bass

(Born in 1900, massachusetts bound)

Keep a cigarette lit, burning right at the tip, anything to warm your face

Let it burn on down so the windshield doesn't freeze

So your eyes don't start to close

So you don't forget to be