
๊งโ๏ธ๊ง ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๊งโ๏ธ๊ง
๊งโ๏ธ๊ง ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๊งโ๏ธ๊ง Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show Everybody's got a song, nowhere left to go The stage is standing room, the mirrors are reserved And the audience is missing, just as everybody's heard Everybody's got a mic, nobody's got a chair I came to hear your music, found myself performing there The mirror's booked solid till the final call Every singer's center stage, nobody's in the hall I left a little love where somebody's music played Meant every single word, never needed to be paid Then I released my own, let the little record spin The silence had a front-row seat, but nobody checked in The crickets have good taste They stayed to hear the song No velvet rope, no guest list They've been here all along The crickets have good taste Their timing's right on cue They don't know a thing about the charts But they know a beat or two First I posted nice and easy, let the music find its way Then I wondered if a name tag might improve the matinee Sent a carrier pigeon, sent a backup pigeon too The first one lost the message, the next one followed you Printed invitations, RSVP by pressing play A search party with a flashlight and a map to yesterday I nearly hired a town crier to announce the grand premiere The crickets needed no directions, they were already here The crickets have good taste No summons to obey No personal reminder No special words to say While everybody's working On their own big debut The bugs are in the balcony And they came to listen too I don't need a standing ovation, don't need a golden frame I don't expect the whole wide world to fall in love with my name But I listen when you share your work, I stop and let it through And sometimes I wonder what would happen if I didn't call on you I laughed and checked the numbers, then I laughed at checking twice It's funny how a little silence can charge admission to your mind I make these songs because I love the way they come alive Still, it feels a little different when somebody stops by I've studied the evidence, recorded every peep Six legs, no social strategy, still showing up to keep The rhythm of the evening, no networking in sight Best review in the ecosystem, chirping through the night The crickets have good taste And loyalty to spare They never promised me the world They simply showed up there I'd trade a thousand chirps tonight For one real voice to say I heard the heart behind your song And carried it away The crickets have good taste I'll give the bugs their due They never needed me to tag them They just came to listen through Everybody's got a mic Somebody pull up a chair The crickets bought a ticket And they're still sitting there ๊งโ๏ธ๊ง ๐ขโฅ๐ ๊งโ๏ธ๊ง

