Had to park on Bay State Road
'Cause Fenway's all aglow
Up Brookine Ave. to Lansdowne Street
Guitar in hand in the summer heat
The faithful in their red and blue
A crowd outside the House of Blues
I'm dodging vendors, hawkers, and rock band stalkers
on my way
Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours
The sound man brought his harp to play
The doorman lends a smile our way
One and two and three and four
Heads perk up we couldn't ask for more
Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours
Someday we'll climb that stage
Across that alley, beyond that velvet cage
Until then, here we'll remain
With our singing, ringing, stringing ways
Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours