That Show

In the early '90s, well we all had simple dreams

We'd have those endless days and 4-track nights, or so it would have seemed

There was no internet, no DVDs, we'd learn covers from a tape

We had plans to make an album, and record on acetate

But then, as time moved on, well things began to slow

I had my mind still on the music, you had heart set on the show

We'd pull in different ways, took different paths, the cracks began to show

We'd have our own lives soon, but they could wait

Until we'd played "that show"

We'd learned our lessons from that time and never know