[Verse 1] Friday dust on the marquee Same old sign, same old crowd Maya's wiping down the counter Pool cue leaning on the wall Back door propped with a milk crate Soundcheck bleeding through the hall [Verse 2] Green room smells like lemon soda Setlists taped beside the sink Bass case by the busted heater Kids in denim by the stage One small room, five cheap posters Everybody knows my face [Pre-Chorus] When the door swings open We all lean in When the first note lands It feels like home again [Chorus] At the local music venue We come alive At the local music venue Every week, every night Hands up high Sing it back to me At the local music venue That's where I wanna be [Verse 3] Last call crowd still lingering Sweat marks dark on the floor Someone laughing by the loading dock Someone crying by the door Tiny room, big heart beating Little stage, a lot to prove [Pre-Chorus] When the door swings open We all lean in When the last chord rings We don't wanna leave again [Chorus] At the local music venue We come alive At the local music venue Every week, every night Hands up high Sing it back to me At the local music venue That's where I wanna be [Bridge] Take me where the walls know my name Where the shy ones sing anyway Where a stranger turns to a friend And the night keeps starting again [Chorus] At the local music venue We come alive At the local music venue Every week, every night Hands up high Sing it back to me At the local music venue That's where I wanna be