1. Idols

Don’t meet your idols 
Don’t repeat the cycle 
Just play your guitar instead
Sing me those songs that you sing in your head 
While I watch you get ready for bed, I’m
Missing your hands 
And the way that you dance  
He could never inspire me like that 
He could never meet me where I’m at 
I guess that’s why on the TV he was always so flat 

He don’t even compare 
To watching you combing your hair 
In the daylight 
On a week night 
I could watch you for years  

Saw him on a TV screen 
Thought I knew what he could mean 
But he’s empty 
And he echoes 
Like an old can of beans 

And it goes like hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm 

PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR
SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE
WAIT,
PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR
SHOW ME YOU A STAR, babe  

But you don’t understand 
Why I can’t play pretend 
Even if he’s stood behind a mic stand 
When you’re holding my hand 
Put my feet on dry land 
Floated miles before I could stand 

Watch!

He don’t even compare 
To watching you combing your hair 
In the daylight 
On a week night 
I could watch you for years  

Saw him on a TV screen 
Thought I knew what he could mean 
But he’s empty 
And he echoes 
Like an old can of beans 

And it goes like hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmm hmm hmm 
hmm hmm hmm hmm 

PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR
SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE
WAIT
PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR
SHOW ME YOU A STAR, babe