Track 9 of the album New City, Same Sneakers · 2021
Twenty Minutes Early, Hands Won't Stop Shaking
“Twenty minutes early to the first show of my life and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Still true.”
punk · punk · first-show punk · 2:22
Lyrics
I showed up twenty minutes early To the first show of my life Sat in the van with my sticks in my lap Drumming on my knees all night My hands won't stop shaking My heart won't stop racing Somebody tell me it's fine Nervous, nervous, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go I can't feel my fingers but I'm ready Count it in, count it in, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go My bass player ate three sandwiches And then he said he felt sick The singer forgot his one good shirt So he's wearing his little sister's My hands won't stop shaking My heart won't stop racing Somebody tell me it's fine Nervous, nervous, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go I can't feel my fingers but I'm ready Count it in, count it in, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go Four people in the front row And one of them is my mom She's got her earplugs in already She's waving, she's so proud Nervous, nervous, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go I can't feel my fingers but I'm ready Count it in, count it in, let's go Nervous, nervous, let's go One, two, three, four Let's go