His name is Red and he plays the Tele
Broke it in twenty years ago
Sitting in this same bar
Same hat, same boots, same everything

Her name's Louise, not Mandrell
She's got '80's hair and fringe
All around her skirt
And she pours her heart out when she sings

There's a band in the window
Down on Broadway
Where the streets are paved
With hopeful expectations
Take it, Johnny
Bring it home
Bus is leaving
Gotta go
One more up tempo
Band in the window

Tommy's a drummer, he lives for the music
One shot of Cuervo, and he's ready to play
Nothing else matters more
No shirt, no shoes, no job, no wife

And the sidewalks are full of bystanders and tourists
Wanting a taste of the gypsy thing
Rocking to the loud guitars
Rebels in Chevys and neon signs

There's a band in the window
Down on Broadway
Where the streets are paved
With hopeful expectations
Take it, Johnny
Bring it home
Bus is leaving
Gotta go
One more up tempo
Band in the window

Three nights ago we were downtown
Swear I saw a silhouette
Shimmering in the light
Out walking after midnight

She went through the door and nobody else saw her
Followed a shadow there by the stage
Staring up at Louise
Singing every word to "Sweet Dreams"

There's a band in the window
Down on Broadway
Where the streets are paved
With hopeful expectations
Take it, Johnny
Bring it home
Bus is leaving
Gotta go
One more up tempo
Band in the window
One more up tempo
Band in the window