Текст песни Cheap Guitars

Had to park on Bay State Road 'Cause Fenway's all aglow Up Brookine Ave. to Lansdowne Street Guitar in hand in the summer heat The faithful in their red and blue A crowd outside the House of Blues I'm dodging vendors, hawkers, and rock band stalkers in my way Breaking strings on cheap guitars Close my eyes, pretend we're stars Across that alley seems so far But tonight it could all be ours The sound man brought his harp to play The doorman lends a smile our way One and two and three and four Heads perk up, we couldn't ask for more Breaking strings on cheap guitars Close my eyes, pretend we're stars Across that alley seems so far But tonight it could all be ours Someday, we'll climb that stage Across that alley beyond that velvet cage Until then, here we'll remain With our singing, stringing, ringing ways Breaking strings on cheap guitars Close my eyes, pretend we're stars Across that alley seems so far But tonight it could all be ours Breaking strings on cheap guitars Close my eyes, pretend we're stars Across that alley seems so far But tonight it could all be ours Tonight it could all be ours Tonight it could all be ours