My heart lives in a smoke filled room
Crammed with a hundred bodies
So you can't even turn around
At the end of the line of your sight
There's one more band going on way past midnight
As they play on you know they play for you
You'll be catching the last bus home way past curfew
In the outside world the war still rages on
But there's one more kid who sees it's wrong

It can't all be for rebellions sake
Can't anyone see all the good lying in its wake
A community with flaws like any other
An earnest attempt to look out for each other

And everything we did was from the heart

One of these kids understand what it's all about
99 others just head for the door
That's one more mind gonna try just to see it through
One more voice what could you ask for
I never imagined it would ever get this far

The idea is alive in a basement somewhere
In a pawn shop guitar and a kid who cares
No shirts, no fans, no record contracts,
No voices, drastic choices or always looking back
A simple idea of how it all should be
Good friends, good fun, tolerance and a community
Yet to be distorted by injustices reported
Like who sold out and what's happened to the scene