Lyrics co-written by Stoney's Backyard and AI Strum a chord the lights are dim Dive bars and their hazy whims Crowd is loud can't hear my song Yet I still keep strummin' on Tip jar clinks but it's a ghost Empty as my morning toast But I love the stage's flare Playin' tunes without a care Restaurant gigs with clattering plates Tunes take flight as people wait Background noise becomes my stage Still I sing through every page Tip jar clinks but it's a ghost Empty as my morning toast But I love the stage's flare Playin' tunes without a care Festival sights big and bright Yet I'm just a whisper in the night No one hears my heart's dear plea Still it's music that sets me free Tip jar clinks but it's a ghost Empty as my morning toast But I love the stage's flare Playin' tunes without a care
