His name is Red and he plays the Tele Broke it in twenty years ago Sitting in this same bar Same hat, same boots, same everything Her name's Louise, not Mandrell She's got '80's hair and fringe All around her skirt And she pours her heart out when she sings There's a band in the window Down on Broadway Where the streets are paved With hopeful expectations Take it, Johnny Bring it home Bus is leaving Gotta go One more up tempo Band in the window Tommy's a drummer, he lives for the music One shot of Cuervo, and he's ready to play Nothing else matters more No shirt, no shoes, no job, no wife And the sidewalks are full of bystanders and tourists Wanting a taste of the gypsy thing Rocking to the loud guitars Rebels in Chevys and neon signs There's a band in the window Down on Broadway Where the streets are paved With hopeful expectations Take it, Johnny Bring it home Bus is leaving Gotta go One more up tempo Band in the window Three nights ago we were downtown Swear I saw a silhouette Shimmering in the light Out walking after midnight She went through the door and nobody else saw her Followed a shadow there by the stage Staring up at Louise Singing every word to "Sweet Dreams" There's a band in the window Down on Broadway Where the streets are paved With hopeful expectations Take it, Johnny Bring it home Bus is leaving Gotta go One more up tempo Band in the window...