TO OUR FANS

On the road again, with such a close, tight team.
With nothing but an old wall and a really big dream.
It starts once again, we battle another year,
Hoping we rise to the top with our unique career.
On Tuesday we drive, trying to get to our new place,
Not knowing when we get there, who we have to face.
On Wednesday is set up, enough to tear the strongest man apart,
We use our blood, sweat, and tears and a whole lot of heart.
Thursday’s not so bad, there’s always a bunch of little things to do,
The bikes, the banners, and the merchandise too.
On Friday we rise, not knowing what to expect on this day,
Will everything be safe, Will everything go our way?
The first show is always scary, we never know what might happen,
But our fear goes away, once we hear the whole crowd clappin’
Show after show, by the end of the night we are beat,
We go to our hotel and put up our feet.
On Saturday we wake and do the same thing once more,
On Sunday again, this shit is hardcore.
As we go to our rooms that very night,
And rethink our weekend, what we did wrong, what we did right.
The thought of waking up to tear down and start again,
Makes us wonder why we do it and wonder if we will ever win.
That’s why I wrote this letter to let all our fans know,
That its because of you that we make it, when thing are low.

It’s the smiles on your faces and the sounds of your laugh,
It’s the little boy who asks "Can I get your autograph?"
It’s the man who brings us a water, when he sees we’re getting dry,
It’s the people that wait after the show, just to say good bye.
It’s the guy that fixes our tire, three or four times,
It’s the kids waiting to see the show, in the back of our huge lines.
It’s the lady that buys a shirt for everyone that she must know,
It’s the thousands of people that say, "What a great Show"
So Monday we will wake and tear this thing down,
And look forward to reaching our next small town.
I thank you all once again for making our dreams come true,
And while we head out on Tuesday,
We will think of all of You!