Track 10 of the album Sparks on the Blue Ridge · 2014
Soundcheck Shaking Hands
“The shaky hands before the doors open never go away. This is for every empty room that turned into a full one.”
folk rock · jangle-pop · bar-band rock · 3:57
Lyrics
Eight o'clock and the doors swing wide Empty room with a neon sign My hands are shaking on the guitar strings Like a kid who just learned how to sing Bartender says you'll be fine, son Nobody's here but a dog and a drum But the tuning keeps slipping out of my grip And my heart's playing faster than my hands can keep One more breath, one more chord Here comes the light, here comes the roar Oh, shaking hands, shaking hands Hold on tight, we're the band Scared to death and all in Count it off, let it begin Shaking hands, shaking hands Not a soul knows where this lands Every road starts with a shake Play it loud for goodness' sake Twelve folks in a room built for two hundred Somebody's mother in the back row, thunder She's clapping like the whole world came Calling out our van-painted name One more breath, one more chord Here comes the light, here comes the roar Oh, shaking hands, shaking hands Hold on tight, we're the band Scared to death and all in Count it off, let it begin Shaking hands, shaking hands Not a soul knows where this lands Every road starts with a shake Play it loud for goodness' sake And if it falls apart tonight We'll laugh about it by the morning light But if it catches, if it takes We'll remember how the whole thing shakes Oh, shaking hands, shaking hands Hold on tight, we're the band Scared to death and all in Count it off, let it begin Shaking hands, shaking hands Not a soul knows where this lands Every road starts with a shake Play it loud for goodness' sake Count it off, let it begin Count it off, let it begin