[Intro | G Major | 192 BPM | acoustic guitar, banjo harmonics, room noise] Somebody pass me the aux cord. I promise I'll give it back... Eventually. [Verse 1 | acoustic guitar, upright bass | conversational] Everybody closed their eyes Like somebody just said "Amen" The room filled up with slow head nods And I checked my phone again I kept waiting for the goosebumps Everybody else had found But all I heard was polished heartbreak With expensive sounding vowels [Pre-Chorus | banjo joins] Maybe my ears got wired backwards Maybe something came unplugged Maybe everybody caught religion While I missed the invitation [Chorus | full band | gang vocals] Everybody hears something I don't Everybody caught the spark I'm standing by the speakers Wondering why they call this art Maybe my heart's assembled different Maybe I'm beyond repair Or maybe every song ain't written For every pair of ears [Verse 2 | accordion joins] Thirty-seven writers in a mansion Working overtime on one slow dance Three key changes Seven ad-libs And another whispered second chance... If you bite your lip one more time I'm calling somebody for help Meanwhile I've got banjos screaming Like they built themselves [Pre-Chorus | gang responses] Maybe smooth just ain't for me Maybe that's alright [Chorus | larger gang vocals] Everybody hears something I don't Everybody found the light I'm still dancing way too hard To songs that sound like fistfights Everybody hears something I don't And maybe that's okay You dance under chandeliers I'll shout in a VFW [Bridge | E Minor | 148 BPM | stripped acoustic guitar, accordion drone, soft vocal] Maybe it isn't about better Maybe it never was Maybe music's just a language And this one isn't mine I've spent too many nights Learning harmony From busted voices And cheap beer Instead of candlelight and vocal runs [Bridge Build | accelerate back to 192 BPM | banjo tremolo, snare roll] Alright... Give me that chorus one more time. [Final Chorus | G Major | 192 BPM | full band, maximum gang vocals] Everybody hears something I don't Everybody found their song Mine sounds like rusted machinery Trying its best to sing along Everybody hears something I don't And I finally figured out why You've got your slow dances I've got songs that sound like bedlam You've got velvet and candlelight I've got banjos held together with spite Somehow... We're probably both alright. [Outro | acoustic guitar only | room tone] Now somebody hand me that beat-up acoustic... This one's got a few more dents left in it. [silence]
