Had to park on Bay State Road
'Cause Fenway's all aglow
Up Brookine Ave. to Lansdowne Street
Guitar in hand in the summer heat

The faithful in their red and blue
A crowd outside the House of Blues
I'm dodging vendors, hawkers, and rock band stalkers in my way

Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours

The sound man brought his harp to play
The doorman lends a smile our way
One and two and three and four
Heads perk up, we couldn't ask for more

Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours

Someday, we'll climb that stage
Across that alley beyond that velvet cage
Until then, here we'll remain
With our singing, stringing, ringing ways

Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours

Breaking strings on cheap guitars
Close my eyes, pretend we're stars
Across that alley seems so far
But tonight it could all be ours
Tonight it could all be ours
Tonight it could all be ours