Celebrate - Dirty Heads, The Unlikely Candidates

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it

20,000 fans from the stage I’m standing on

I want you to know I appreciate it

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Mom I gotta go, the curtain’s calling

All the way from Rome, I’m really sorry

Tell my little sister I said hey

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Yeah these late nights and these long drives

Full moon under dark skies

Tears fall behind phone screens

Lonely hearts lead to bad dreams

Wish that I could be there for you

I hope that life will be fair for you

It’s hard to sleep cause I’m always thinking

And passing out off of codeine

And I hope you know that I’m not complaining

Hope you know I appreciate it

Every day is just filled with love

Man every day is just thanks and praises

But memories of your birthday, they get me in the worst ways

When you say, «dad, it’s okay.»

When you get home we can celebrate

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it

20,000 fans from the stage I’m standing on

I want you to know I appreciate it

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Mom I gotta go, the curtain’s calling

All the way from Rome, I’m really sorry

Tell my little sister I said hey

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Not the money, not the fame

Love the struggle, love the pain

After all that we have gained

We realize we’re all the same

Sacrifice my brothers cried

We’ve been gone when family died

Losing my focus, symphonies open

Singing my opus, just think for a moment

One day I’ll get home and we can throw a big party

Invite other people that helped us get started to

To all of you artists that feel a martyr

Don’t ever give up, you just gotta go harder

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it

20,000 fans from the stage I’m standing on

I want you to know I appreciate it

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Mom I gotta go, the curtain’s calling

All the way from Rome, I’m really sorry

Tell my little sister I said hey

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Every night feels like another weekend

Keep pretending that it’s easy

Sold my soul for a wrecking ball

I shot at the moon but I mostly fall

Mom if you can hear me, I think I made it

20,000 fans from the stage I’m standing on

I want you to know I appreciate it

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

Mom I gotta go, the curtain’s calling

All the way from Rome, I’m really sorry

Tell my little sister I said hey

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate

One day I’ll come home, we can celebrate