Oh, I've been right where you are
Putting miles on my car
Driving to some dead-end job each day
Smiling for my tips
Picking up those extra shifts
Waitressing all my best years away
Some nights I'll buy a ticket and sit alone
In the Mother Church up in the highest row

I'm in the cheap seats
Watching the big show
Hoping that one day I'll look back and know
That every big dream
And every hard prayer
And every long road
Would deliver me up there
Singin' for the cheap seats
Singin' for the cheap seats

Halfway through a busy night
I get a song idea to write
And I slip out back to get the chorus down
Now table twenty eight
Is complaining about the wait
And my manager just shakes his head and frowns
I won't let them have the best of me
One day I'll quit this job and then they'll see

I'm in the cheap seats
Watching the big show
Hoping that one day I'll look back and know
That every big dream
And every hard prayer
And every long road
Would deliver me up there
Singin' for the cheap seats
Singin' for the cheap seats

I'm so hungry I can taste it
Want so badly just to make it
I've got a thousand songs inside me left to write
Gotta find my voice and use it
Set true North and do not lose it
And keep that candle burnin' through the night
I want everything before I'm ready
And it'll only come once I am standing steady

I'm in the cheap seats
Watching the big show
Hoping that one day I'll look back and know
That every big dream
And every hard prayer
And every long road
Would deliver me up there
Singin' for the cheap seats
Singin' for the cheap seats