Disco beat from the drummer
The show is about to start
So you adjust the strap on your guitar
There's a man sat watching you
Smoking a cigar
You'd rather be reading Murakami in your car
You're a mosaic collage of throwaway guys
Singing a throwaway song
About how you wish that you could just move on
A girl runs out the door
And shouts she won't be long
To some teenagers who don't look like they belong
As you take your final bow
And leave the stage behind
You notice something in the corner of your eye
It's the girl you couldn't save
From the approaching tide
And she's been watching you this whole damn time
Please be my saviour
From staring at ceilings all night long
Please, 'cause I can't save you
You'd be the reason that I sing
These throwaway songs