Footlights - Cody Canada, The Departed

I live the kinda life

Most men only dream of

I make my living writing songs

And singing them

I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go

When it’s over

So I hide my age and make the stage

And try to kick the footlights out again

I throw my old guitar across the stage

And my bass man takes the ball

And the crowd goes nearly wild

To see my guitar nearly fall

After twenty years of picking

Still I’m kicking down the walls

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out and walk away

Without a curtain call

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again

Try to hide the mood we’re really in

I’ll put on my automatic grin

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again

I live the kinda life

Most men only dream of

I make my living writing songs

And singing them

But I’m forty-one years old and I ain’t got no place to go

When it’s over

And I hide my age and make the stage

And try to kick the footlights out again