[Verse 1] You've all got way too much time on your hands, Don't you folks have jobs or other plans? Hiding out in the online scene, Where everyone's just chasing likes and dreams. [Chorus] But you're up all night, sleep till noon's light, Think you're music pros, acting oh so right. But who's really listening in the end, you see? Only the listeners are the experts – not you, not me. [Verse 2] You ramble on 'bout chords and tone, Like you're already on tour, fully grown. But your judgment, heavy, loud and bold, Has never built a hit, let's be told. [Chorus] 'Cause you're up all night, sleep till noon's light, Think you're music pros, acting oh so right. But who's really listening in the end, you see? Only the listeners are the experts – not you, not me. [Bridge] What's all this fuss, so much fake shine? A song lives from feeling, not some perfect line. Let the people hear, let them decide, If they dance, cry, or just let it slide. [instrumental - cajon] [Chorus (final)] 'Cause you're up all night, sleep till noon's light, Think you're music pros, acting oh so right. But who's really listening in the end, you see? Only the listeners are the experts – not you, not me. [Outro] So put that phone down, step out in the light, 'Cause music lives where real life speaks tonight.
