David A. Crossman - At the Bluebird Lyrics

She sits outside the floodlight
As her hero takes the stage
A bandy-legged boy on shaky knees
To you and me he's just another
Would-be troubadour
To her, he is the man of her dreams
And he will sing his songs
And she mouths every word
She whispers him along
It's Open Mic Night at the Bluebird
Oh and maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
Someone will be listening
Somebody who holds the key
To fortune and fame
She's ridden his dreams so long
They feel like her own
Those dreams their car
That battered guitar
Are all that they own
And tonight they bet it all
On that 10 by 12-foot stage
In hopes the god of misfit dreams
Will listen to him play
And he will sing his songs
And she mouths every word
She whispers him along
It's Open Mic Night at the Bluebird
Oh and maybe tonight
Baby tonight
Someone will be listening
Somebody who holds the key
To fortune and fame
She's ridden his dreams so long
They feel like her own
Those dreams their car
That battered guitar
Are all that they own
And tonight they bet it all
On that 10 by 12-foot stage
In hopes the god of misfit dreams
Will listen to him play
She sits outside the floodlight
As her hero takes the stage
A bandy-legged boy on shaky knees
To you and me he's just another
Would-be troubadour
To her, he is the man of her dreams

She sits outside the floodlight
As her hero takes the stage
A bandy-legged boy on shaky knees
To you and me he's just another
Would-be troubadour
To her, he is the man of her dreams
And he will sing his songs
And she mouths every word
She whispers him along
It's Open Mic Night at the Bluebird
Oh and maybe tonight
Maybe tonight
Someone will be listening
Somebody who holds the key
To fortune and fame
She's ridden his dreams so long
They feel like her own
Those dreams their car
That battered guitar
Are all that they own
And tonight they bet it all
On that 10 by 12-foot stage
In hopes the god of misfit dreams
Will listen to him play
And he will sing his songs
And she mouths every word
She whispers him along
It's Open Mic Night at the Bluebird
Oh and maybe tonight
Baby tonight
Someone will be listening
Somebody who holds the key
To fortune and fame
She's ridden his dreams so long
They feel like her own
Those dreams their car
That battered guitar
Are all that they own
And tonight they bet it all
On that 10 by 12-foot stage
In hopes the god of misfit dreams
Will listen to him play
She sits outside the floodlight
As her hero takes the stage
A bandy-legged boy on shaky knees
To you and me he's just another
Would-be troubadour
To her, he is the man of her dreams