Gas Money and a Van That Won't Crack

"Marquee"

Verse 1

Rehearsal in a garage with a broken amp and a dream

Sharing one microphone and a pack of cold ramen

My friend says we're gonna make it, says it like it's a fact

I say, "Cool, but first I need gas money and a van that won't crack"

Pre-chorus

I can see the lights, I can hear the crowd

Somebody's singing my words back, way too loud

But the bills are on the counter and the sun is coming through

And the stage is just a bedroom with a mirror and a view

Chorus

When my name's on the marquee, everything's gonna change

I'll wake up in a penthouse, nothing could feel strange

When my name's on the marquee, I'll finally be someone

But I'm still the girl in the garage, and the night has just begun

Verse 2

I practice my interview in the shower every night

Humble and a little funny, I'm gonna get it right

I'll thank my mom and my bandmates, and the guy who fixed the drum

Then I remember I'm still waiting for one person to come

Bridge (horns drop out, just bass and a clap)

Is it the fame or the feeling that I'm chasing?

Is it the crowd or just somebody saying

"I see you, I see you, you were here all along"

Hey, hey, sing the second half of the song

Final chorus (key change up, full band)

When my name's on the marquee, maybe I'll feel brand new

Or maybe I'll find out the lights were never what was true

When my name's on the marquee, or when it never is

I'm still the girl in the garage