Colt Ford - No Rest lyrics

You hear a song and it’s not like any song you’ve ever heard before Think, “What is this, who is that?” and you bust it down to the record store And you buy the album of this song, take it home and listen to it all night long Until the morning, a dream is born and You wake up on a mission to buy that beat up Gibson hanging in the shop Cutting yards, selling baseball cards, whatever it takes till you drop A handful of crumpled up dollar bills on the counter And you play that thing until your fingers bleed where the strings cut ya But you can’t put it down Ain’t no rest for the rock stars Ain’t no sleep for the kids with guitars You can k** the lights and the amplifiers But dreams don’t care if you’re tired Ain’t no turning off the warning ‘Cause we are high on and we’re haunted By the music in our bloodshot hearts There ain’t no rest, no rest for the rock stars You see that open mic night advertised on the marquee down the road You show up, sign up with a lump in your throat and a song you just wrote Throwing up in the bathroom stall, thinking hard about backing out But they call your name and it’s way too late for stage fright now Hands shaking, so is your voice, fumbling through the chord changes But about half way through the song fear starts to feel like famous And you taste that rush, that “born to do this” buzz And you try to shut your eyes after the show in your bed but The adrenaline won’t let you ’cause Ain’t no rest for the rock stars Ain’t no sleep for the kids with guitars You can k** the lights and the amplifiers But dreams don’t care if you’re tired Ain’t no turning off the warning ‘Cause we are high on and we’re haunted By the music in our bloodshot hearts There ain’t no rest, no rest for the rock stars And it never changes, whether you’re playing sold-out arenas Listening to whole crowd singing every single word back at you, or you’re Strumming along way past your bedtime dark You trying to stretch your fingers far enough to play the first chord From the little people staring on at a poster on the ceiling To the Rolling Stones on it, yeah, they both know the feeling The hunger, the fire, the do or the die, or the platinum handcuffs The curse, the cure, the love Ain’t no rest for the rock stars Ain’t no sleep for the kids with guitars You can k** the lights and the amplifiers But dreams don’t care if you’re tired Ain’t no turning off the warning ‘Cause we are high on and we’re haunted By the music in our bloodshot hearts There ain’t no rest, no rest for the rock stars