next time we play this town

NEXT TIME WE PLAY THIS TOWN

Words & Music © John Morton 1997.

Pack the gear,

Hit the road

Out of here

To the show.

“E.T.A?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does it pay?”

“Ain’t gonna play if it don’t!”

Check the sound,

Do the gig,

Hang around,

Strike the rig;

As for love

At first sight,

That was always for the others—

Until tonight—

When she came into the bar

With no particular man,

I couldn’t play my guitar—

I lost control of my hands,

’Cause she was talking to him,

But she was looking to see

If I was looking at her

Like she was looking at me—

We never spoke—

We didn’t need to explain—

Why go for broke

When we’re both feeling the same?

She let me know

I’m gonna see her again—

Next time

We play

This town.

Pack the gear,

Hit the road,

Disappear

Straight back home;

Your whole life

Flashes past

Every night

You know you’re dying on your ass.

Still you live

For the band

And the next

One-night stand,

While offstage,

Your love-life—

That was just imagination—

Until tonight—

When she came into the bar, (etc…)

We never spoke, (etc…)

And she said “Hi!”

With nothing more than a glance,

And her “Goodbye”

Was just the wave of a hand,

And my reply

Will be to jump at the chance—

Next time

We play

This town.

Next time, (etc…)

(Rpt.)

this song is looking for a singer…