Colt Ford, Javier Colon - No Rest lyrics

You hear a song and it's not like
Any song you've ever heard before
Think "what is this? Who is that?" and you
Bust it down to the record store
And you buy the album and song
Take it home and listen to it all night long
Until the morning a dream is born, and
You wake up on a mission to buy that
Beat up Gibson hangin' in the shop
Cuttin' yards, sellin' baseball cards
Whatever it takes 'til you drop
A handful of crumpled up dollar
Bills on the counter
And you play that thing until your fingers
Bleed where the strings cut ya
But, you can't put it down

Ain't no rest for the rock stars
Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars
You can kill the lights and the amplifiers
But dreams don't care if you're tired
Ain't no turnin' off the warnin'
'Cause we are high on and we're haunted
By the music in our bloodshot hearts
There ain't no rest
No rest for the rock stars

You see that open mic night advertised
On the marquee down the road you show up
Sign up with a lump in your throat
And a song you just wrote
Throwin' up in the bathroom stall
Thinkin' hard about backin' out
But they call your name and it's way
Too late for stage fright now
Hands shakin', so is your voice
Fumblin' through the chord changes
But about halfway through the song
Fear starts to feel like famous
And you taste that rush
That born to do this buzz
And you try to shut your eyes
After the show in your bed, but
The adrenaline won't let you 'cause

Ain't no rest for the rock stars
Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars
(yeah)
You can kill the lights and the amplifiers
(kill the lights)
But dreams don't care if you're tired
(dreams don't care if you're tired)
Ain't no turnin' off the warnin' (yeah)
'Cause we are high on and we're haunted
By the music in our bloodshot hearts
(by the music in our hearts)
There ain't no rest
No rest for the rock stars
(no rest for the rock stars)

And it never changes whether you're
Playin' sold out arenas
Listenin' to whole crowds singin' every
Single word back at you, or you're
(singin' every word back at you)
Strummin' along way past your bedtime, dark
(bedtime, dark)
You're tryin' to stretch your fingers far
Enough to play your first chord
(play your first chord)
From the little people starin' on at
A poster on the ceiling
To the Rolling Stones on it
Yeah they both know the feeling
The hunger, the fire, the do or the die
Or the platinum handcuffs
The curse, the cure, the love

Ain't no rest for the rock stars
Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars
You can kill the lights and the amplifiers
But dreams don't care if you're tired (yeah)
Ain't no turnin' off the warnin'
We are high on and we're haunted (woo)
By the music in our bloodshot hearts
(by the music in our bloodshot)
There ain't no rest
No rest for the rock stars
(there ain't no rest, no rest)