Songwriters: Bryan Garofalo / Jackson Browne Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They’re the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum wage They’ll set it up in another town Tonight the people were so fine They waited there in line And when they got up on their feet they made the show And that was sweet, But I can hear the sound Of slamming doors and folding chairs And that’s a sound they’ll never know Now roll them cases out and lift them amps Haul them trusses down and ge t’em up them ramps ‘Cause when it comes to moving me You know you guys are the champs But when that last guitar’s been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band’s on the bus And they’re waiting to go We’ve got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago Or Detroit, I don’t know We do so many shows in a row And these towns all look the same We just pass the time in our hotel rooms And wander ’round backstage Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd And we remember why we came Now we got country and western on the bus R&B, we got disco in eight tracks and cassettes in

I want to live I want to give I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold It’s these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold   And I’m getting old Keep me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old   I’ve been to Hollywood I’ve been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I’ve been in my mind It’s such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold   And I’m getting old Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I’m getting old   Keep me searching for a heart of gold You keep me searching and I’m growing old Keep me searching for a heart of gold I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold

Songwriters: Don Mclean A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they’d be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn’t take one more step I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die This’ll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with him ‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin’ Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was

Songwriters: David Bowie Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six) Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three) Check ignition and may God’s love be with you (two, one, liftoff) This is Ground Control to Major Tom You’ve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare “This is Major Tom to Ground Control I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you “Here am I floating ’round my tin can Far above the moon Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do”

Songwriters: Yusuf Islam Now that I’ve lost everything to you You say you want to start something new And it’s breaking my heart you’re leaving Baby, I’m grieving But if you want to leave, take good care Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there Oh baby baby it’s a wild world It’s hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it’s a wild world I’ll always remember you like a child, girl You know I’ve seen a lot of what the world can do And it’s breaking my heart in two ‘Cause I never want to see you sad girl Don’t be a bad girl But if you want to leave take good care Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there But just remember there’s a lot of bad and beware Beware Oh baby baby it’s a wild world It’s hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it’s a wild world And I’ll always remember you like a child, girl Baby I love you But if you want to leave take good care Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there But just remember there’s a lot of bad and beware Beware Oh baby baby it’s a wild world It’s hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it’s a wild world And I’ll always remember you like a child,

Songwriters: Carole King I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down I feel my heart start to trembling Whenever you’re around Ooh, baby, when I see your face Mellow as the month of May Oh, darling, I can’t stand it When you look at me that way I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down I feel my heart start to trembling Whenever you’re around Ooo, darling, when you’re near me And you tenderly call my name I know that my emotions Are something I just can’t tame I’ve just got to have you, baby, uh huh huh uh huh huh yeah I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down I just lose control Down to my very soul I get hot and cold, all over, all over, all over, all over I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down, a’tumbling down, A’tumbling down, a’tumbling down, a’tumbling down, a’tumbling down, tumbling down!  

Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway nine, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line H-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap We gotta get out while we’re young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Yes, girl we were Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims And strap your hands ‘cross my engines Together we could break this trap We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back H-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I want to know if love is wild Babe I want to know if love is real Oh, can you show me Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight In an everlasting kiss One, two, three, four! The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last