[Intro, guitar riff, crowd claps] Whoa—hey! [Verse 1, tight drums, palm-muted guitars] Hey, man, I’m tellin’ you straight— I don’t care what they say, I tuned out all the chatter, let it fade into the gray. Everybody’s got a take, but it don’t mean it’s true, I don’t owe my ears to anyone, I choose what I let through. Back when I was just a kid, watchin’ grown-ups hold the line, They couldn’t see the change comin’, couldn’t shift their state of mind. [Pre-Chorus, chords open up, snare pushes] I used to swear, “When I’m a man, this whole thing’ll flip around, No more old minds runnin’ circles, no more slowin’ down.” I said, “We’ll build it different, we’ll keep the future close—” Yeah, I believed it hard… but here’s how it goes. [Chorus, big hook, gang vocals on last line] Little did I know, the young became old, Same closed fists, same stories told. Now if you want my attention, you gotta show me something now, Yeah, you gotta earn your way in— prove it somehow. But then you walked in and I’m like, “Tell me what you think,” I’m your man, and I’m hangin’ on every word you bring. I don’t get enough— I want your opinion. [big gang vocals] Your opinion! [Post-Chorus, riff break, “oh-oh” doubles] (Ooh) Your opinion (Ooh) I want it, I want it [Verse 2, bright octave guitars, playful bite] Now the world ain’t innocent, used to hate it— now it’s funny, All these judgment calls they throw are just the same old kind of running. They’re a parody of the things they swore they’d never be, Turned into the very voices that used to talk at me. So I keep my circle tight, let the empty noise go dim, If somebody wants a seat with me, they better bring their win. [Pre-Chorus, lift, backing vocals widen] They talk about this, they talk about that— I let it drift away, But when you speak, I lean in close, I hang on what you say. And if I learn one thing in time, as years start getting long, I’ll still be your man, still askin’ you— what’s goin’ on? [Chorus, bigger, extra cymbals] Little did I know, the young became old, Same closed fists, same stories told. Now if you want my attention, you gotta show me something now, Yeah, you gotta earn your way in— prove it somehow. But then you walked in and I’m like, “Tell me what you think,” I’m your man, and I’m hangin’ on every word you bring. I don’t get enough— I want your opinion. [big gang vocals] Your opinion! [Bridge, half-time break, toms, vocal intimate] I’m done collectin’ voices like coins in my hand, But you don’t sound like noise— you sound like a plan. Say it again, slow it down, let me feel it sink in, When you look at me and talk, that’s where I begin. [Guitar Solo, full band swells, wah/overdrive, building intensity, starts melodic, climbs, peaks with a held bend] [Final Double Chorus, full power, extra guitars, crowd claps] Little did I know, the young became old, Same closed fists, same stories told. Now if you want my attention, you gotta show me something now, Yeah, you gotta earn your way in— prove it somehow. But then you walked in and I’m like, “Tell me what you think,” I’m your man, and I’m hangin’ on every word you bring. I don’t get enough— I want your opinion. [big gang vocals] Your opinion! [Chorus reprise, key lift feel, shouty doubles] Tell me what you think— tell me what you see, Out of all the noise out there, you’re the one for me. I don’t get enough— I want your opinion. [big gang vocals] Your opinion! [Outro, riff to cold stop] (Ooh) Your opinion— [band stop]
