Act 5. In which he relates a strange phone-call
(aka I COULD MAKE OUT MY GUITAR)
Well, I was in my bed
Then the phone rang, I just shook my head
It was really like a damn dream:
There was some sort of live show going on
Couldn't tell why, but there was something going wrong
I woke up and turned the lights on
There was something strange I couldn't understand:
There was a band playing songs I used to sing
I could make out my guitar
I could hear my own voice shouting down the line
(Here it comes)
There was a crowd of people
There was a band playing my own songs
There was a voice just screaming out my name
I could make out my guitar
I could hear the drums close, beating in the dark
(Here we go)