Backstage
  We're sitting backstage and,
 Waiting to go on.
 Thinking ablout the chore,
 Hoping we wont go wrong.
 
 I see someone from the TV,
 Does she remember me.
 
 We're sitting backstage and,
 We've got nothing to do.
 Waiting for the man to tell us,
 Stuff we already knew.
 
 I see her sit next to me,
 I hope she's thinking about me.
 
 Pass me my guitar and I will,
 Play another tune...
 Pass me my Bic pen and I will,
 Write a song for you.
 
 Another song...
 
 Although I'm far from home,
 I'm not ready to go.
 I know it won't be long,
 Being on my own.
 
 Pass me my guitar and I will,
 Play another song.
 Pass me my Bic pen and I will,
 Write another song.
 
 Another song...