Watching you up on that stage, the world is under your command;
In this bar, that old guitar's a silver siren in your hands.
Like Odysseus up on the mast, I'm drawn towards you in a trance,
One four-minute moment is the moment that I understand
That right there by your side is where I want to stand.
No, no, I don't want to take you home, and I don't want to be your man:
I just want to play in your band.