Driving six hours on a Saturday To play for fifty in a bar across the state No one in the room will know ya But for two hours you sing Louder than the forks hitting plates Keep the expectations humble Sing your favorite line and someone cracks a Smile and you're embarrassingly proud Don't they know that you're the frontman Of the second biggest band in your small town? On the weekdays you teach high school Students troll you with your videos online And you play at all the wineries Which really means you drink far too much wine But goddamn do you feel special When a stranger wants to know when Your next album's coming out Just the perks of being frontman Of the second biggest band in your small town As you thank people for coming Someone grabs you by the hand Says you need to find a publisher An agent, and a brand And you smile and nod politely Pack up t-shirts and cds Knowing full well that the only way To make it is to leave It's been one hell of a summer Made good money and the guys all got along Opened up for a famous classic rock band Minus the singer who wrote all of their songs Now people are asking was that the big break that Carries your songs all the world around And your answer's optimistic But you're just the thirtysomething frontman Of the second biggest band in your small town You thank god for local radio And community that cares When a tourist from the city says "You're putting yourself out there" Sometimes your dreams wander When you're up drinking alone But really all you've ever wanted was This baby, wife, and home So you burden your odometer Load & unload gear more times than you can count And you love being the frontman Of the second biggest band in your small town We post all our shows on Facebook We're the second biggest band in your small town Add my songs to all your playlists I'm the thirty-something dad-bod-rockin' acoustic guitar playing eponymous frontman Of the second biggest band in your small town