Chorus   One for the corner   Two for the train   Three for the kids with the beats on their brains   Four for the sunshine that's blazing hot   It's all we got to give, so we give it all we got      It's the best of times, it's the worst of times    So we got the Gatorade for your thirsty minds   The flows you breathe in like O2   That go to your head and get you trippin' like toadstools   So you know you be in competent hands   Like a veteran QB who be throwing balls to the stands for the fans   The band gets you out of your seat    I get you out of your brain astroplaning the street   'cause you gotta pay rent, you gotta make friends   You gotta stay sane, so when the day ends   You wanna find yourself where you can lose yourself   Lookin through yourself so you can prove yourself   You wanna love a little and laugh a lot   You wanna be higher than an astronaut   You never wanna ever have to come up for air   So we're taking you half way there      CHORUS      In a field of broken dreams I put my stakes down   Where pens, amps, mics and strings all come to break ground   To chase down the great crown of great sounds   To build upon our life or likely break down   We race round the playground way up to way down   day up to day down stay up to lay down   Tracks and beats, from the front to the back of your seats   That's got you back on your feet   You'll be singing for the night, singing for the day   Singing for the joy of life, singing for our pay   Listen up kids 'cause we've got something to play   And we'll have good times, good times      CHORUS