A fifteen minute warning,
Brings another belly full of butterflies
I'm just a child of Jesus,
A stage for my confessions

And those who come to witness,
Have joints they hide among their cigarettes
They've been let out of their cages

What they've spent for their freedom,
Left enough to buy a ticket
To celebrate what's in the air tonight,
And trade their wars for encores
Forget the day and fade away

And to the front row junkies,
There's no such thing as backstage arguments
Where vanity outrages

They've enough to buy a ticket,
To celebrate what's in the air tonight
And trade their wars for encores,
And let the day fade away

The best shows are all ages
Left their books in lockers for the night
To be let out of their cages,
They will borrow beg, steal, and save for,
Enough to buy a ticket,
To celebrate what's in the air tonight
I'll take the highs with butterflies,
Leave the day fade away