Lisa Bastoni: Music

They were the champions
Of the battle of the bands
Back in high school
They play together every week
At the roadhouse in their hometown
They play Layla
They play Creedence and the Stones
It's almost tragic

I know that I'm no one to judge
They are not handsome
But they are
Rockin' Out

They're all sporting tinted glasses
As they strut in from the minivan
Some have long hair, some are balding
And the drummer has a mullet
Some day they'll make a record
But for now they sell used car parts

I know that I'm no one to judge
They are not handsome
But they are
Rockin' Out
It's more than I can say for me
I have felt stuck here for so long
Wanting out

There's nothing wrong
With putting down some roots
And blooming where you're planted
There's nothing wrong
With never letting go
Of your first sweetheart
For in time you find
That dreams do not come true
Dreams are true

I know that I'm no one to judge
They are not handsome
But they are
Rockin' Out
I never noticed this before
They are so happy to be
Rockin' Out
Rockin' Out


(c) and (p) 2004 Lisa Bastoni