Die-hard

don't bother telling me when the show's over
because i'm gonna be the one standing around
an empty room
looking toward an empty stage
wondering where the rest of the audience went
and what happened to the guitars and amps

dancing alone in the abyss of a dream
shouting "Encore!"
for another song that isn't going to be played

when the band has gone home
when the lights are all turned off
i'll be the guy refusing to call it an evening

in the spaces between me and the end
i will keep the night alive with the set-list of my soul 
never ready to go home