Last time I came here, I stayed at Michael's
So disappointed in our whole cycle
So I woke up, pushed myself off of a tightrope
And listened to Muna at dawn

It's been a whole year, I think that I grew up
But I still cry every time my dad hangs up
No good intention is ever good enough
To feel like I've done nothin' wrong

Nothing could ever stop
My ass from showin' up
To sing another song for the people I love
Sing another song for the people I love

(Sing another song for the people I love)

Driving with Gabe through stratified drylands
We all met in Brooklyn when we were still in bands
When finding a crowd was enough grounds to grandstand
And we knew each other's songs

Nothing could ever stop
My ass from showin' up
To sing another song for the people I love
Sing another song for the people I love

(Sing another song for the people I love)

Storing cans in the basement
I'll be awake when the tribulation comes
I'll admit I faked it
I was freaked when all the lights went off

(Nothing could ever stop)
(My ass from showing up)
(To sing another song for the people I love)
(Sing another song for the people I love)