TIME FOR ONE MORE                              © 2002 Acoustic Ross

One last song and then I’ll be on my way
One last song then I can get on with my life
I’ve had enough of this lukewarm appreciation for one night
I’m packing up, I’m heading out

One last song and then we’re all on our way
One last song then we can pay our bills and leave a tiny tip
You call this entertainment? Yeah right
Sounds pretty much like crap to me

   There’s two guys who do covers but they get the words all wrong
   There’s three guys who do improv
   thank God the sets are only ten minutes long
   Then there’s that guy who sings that stupid “Idiot” song
   I saw this once before, but that time they had a gong

One last song and one more wasted evening
No free drinks, no cash, no audience at all 
except the boyfriend of the waitress who I thought was cute
Oh well, I’m packing up, I’m moving on

One last song
I wonder where the gang from work was?
I guess it’s better anyhow
Forgot the words again, a string broke, and I dropped a pick
And I drank too much coffee and played too fast
   
   There’s two girls who were pretty good 
   and they played my favorite song
   There’s one kid who reads poetry and pronounces ‘angst’ wrong
   Then there’s that guy who sings that stupid “Idiot” song
   I saw this once before, but that time they had a gong

One last song and then we’re all on our way
One last song then we’ll forget about tonight
It’s thrilling, disappointing, painful, and endearing
And I won’t be back until tomorrow night.