[Verse 1: Colt Ford]

You hear a song and it's not like any song you've ever heard before

Think "what is this? Who is that?" and you bust it down to the record store

And you buy the album and song

Take it home and listen to it all night long

Until the morning

A dream is born, and

You wake up on a mission to buy that beat up Gibson hangin' in the shop

Cuttin' yards, sellin' baseball cards, whatever it takes 'til you drop

A handful of crumpled up dollar bills on the counter

And you play that thing until your fingers bleed where the strings cut ya

But you can't put it down

[Chorus: Javier Colon]

Ain't no rest for the rock stars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers

But dreams don't care if you're tired

Ain't no turnin' off the warnin'

'Cause we are high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars

[Verse 2: Colt Cord]

You see that open mic night advertised on the marquee down the road

You show up, sign up with a lump in your throat and a song you just wrote

Throwin' up in the bathroom stall, thinkin' hard about backin' out

But they call your name and it's way too late for stage fright now

Hands shakin', so is your voice, fumblin' through the chord changes

But about halfway through the song, fear starts to feel like famous

And you taste that rush, that born to do this buzz

And you try to shut your eyes after the show in your bed, but

The adrenaline won't let you 'cause

[Chorus: Javier Colon]

Ain't no rest for the rock stars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars (yeah)

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers (kill the lights)

But dreams don't care if you're tired (dreams don't care if you're tired)

Ain't no turnin' off the warnin' (yeah)

'Cause we are high on and we're haunted

By the music in our bloodshot hearts (by the music in our hearts)

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars (no rest for the rock stars)

[Verse 3: Colt Ford & Javier Colon]

And it never changes whether you're playin' sold out arenas

Listenin' to whole crowds singin' every single word back at you, or you're (singin' every word back at you)

Strummin' along way past your bedtime, dark (bedtime, dark)

You're tryin' to stretch your fingers far enough to play your first chord (play your first chord)

From the little people starin' on at a poster on the ceiling

To the Rolling Stones on it, yeah they both know the feeling

The hunger, the fire, the do or the die, or the platinum handcuffs

The curse, the cure, the love

[Chorus: Javier Colon]

Ain't no rest for the rock stars

Ain't no sleep for the kids with guitars

You can kill the lights and the amplifiers

But dreams don't care if you're tired (yeah)

Ain't no turnin' off the warnin'

We are high on and we're haunted (woo)

By the music in our bloodshot hearts (by the music in our bloodshot)

There ain't no rest, no rest for the rock stars (there ain't no rest, no rest)