Tell me the last time you sung a note?n(tell me everything, everything you wrote)nWhy wait around for the fickle scenesnTo produce resultsnFrom a magazine thatnThey don’t really understand.nSo you can all go follow them nSo mistake my hits for a miss and ill mistake you for someone who's legitn n(chorus) nWhoa! Baby this town ain’t big enough for us all nBecause I’ve watch it all nFrom the tops nOf our city sky linesnWe’ve got everything to provenAnd nothing to lose... nnIll tell you when our album hits the shelvesn(I told you everything, everything you know) nWe’ll count the days you count the starsnWe’ll count the days and we’ll count the starsnTill the sound of this townnChanges to a brand-new sound.n