The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot,
Waiting for her turn to guide.
The saxophone hurts the trumpet
And practice has gone too far.
The dim light hides the yard lines
So we all crash and burn.
Forgotten but not gone
The drum major demands attention
You talk about the band
And all the places that you've been.
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot,
Waiting for his turn to guide.
You choke down all your anger
Forget your water break,
You pray to instruments hoping for a better part.
Your sadness don't impress me
You know you lost your very last reed.
And you know it always rains like hell on the homecoming game.
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
And when you're thinking you can move
And you realize others are leaving
For the twenty yard line
And you know you're missin' around there.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's sport
Waiting for his turn to guide
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
And when you're thinking you can move
And you realize others are leaving
For the twenty yard line
And you know you're missin' around there.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot
Waiting for his turn to guide.
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot,
Waiting for her turn to guide.
The saxophone hurts the trumpet
And practice has gone too far.
The dim light hides the yard lines
So we all crash and burn.
Forgotten but not gone
The drum major demands attention
You talk about the band
And all the places that you've been.
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot,
Waiting for his turn to guide.
You choke down all your anger
Forget your water break,
You pray to instruments hoping for a better part.
Your sadness don't impress me
You know you lost your very last reed.
And you know it always rains like hell on the homecoming game.
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
And when you're thinking you can move
And you realize others are leaving
For the twenty yard line
And you know you're missin' around there.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's sport
Waiting for his turn to guide
You see you'd love to go on
But you're still marking time,
Cause you know you're on hold
For twenty-seven more counts.
And when you're thinking you can move
And you realize others are leaving
For the twenty yard line
And you know you're missin' around there.
The stadium is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
The stadium is dark tonight
See the drum major sitting
In the director's spot
Waiting for his turn to guide.