Once I was the singer in a band
Circa 1997
Attitude like 311
Liftin' our middle fingers to the man
I don't recall if we were any good
I'm guessin' probably not
But we smoked a lot of pot
So in our heads we were destined for Hollywood
Makin' a great loud boom
In the great, big, empty room
Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range
And once I was the singer in a band
An acoustic power trio
Not aimin' for the radio
Keepin' it real and focused on the fans
Never the best lookin' bunch around
But we were doin' somethin' right
Sellin' out most every night
Like the Beatles of the southern underground
We partied like rockstars
Flyin' under the radar
Oh, and I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
'Cause the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Was always just a little out of range
Out of my range
I think I was born to be the singer in a band
Playin' sure gets lonely
I can work a room with just a guitar in my hand
But there's somethin' 'bout a band
Only the singer understands
Once I was the singer in a band
Sleepin' in a motor coach
Travelin' from show to show
Livin' the words of "On The Road Again"
A guitar, bass, a drummer, and some keys
Over a decade goin' strong
The sound was all our own
Like the highway playin' in the major key
Oh, how I miss those guys
The way a bird misses the skies
I'd strain my voice
Tryin' to reach too high
For the joyful noise
That I heard inside
Always just a little out of range
Out of my range
Now, it's out of my range
Out of my range
Yeah, I wish I were
A-singin' with the band
