Waiting for the Band

I’m drinking and thinking, waiting for the band
To begin playing, tapping your feet to stand
Chilling and sitting, soaking it all in
The crowd is giddy, for the show to begin
What will it start with, which castles will fall
Too many here have been through, you could say seen it all
And here they are, never the same as before
All have changed, connecting strings from the core
Six or twelve, the saxophone sings
Stepping up to the microphone, words will start to ring
The bells have tolled, all are inside
Lighting up their souls, for the infinite ride