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*Note, Kings Hall is a concert hall in Belfast, Northern Ireland.

My Night at Kings Hall

I stand outside, in the soaking wet
Thinking “I wonder if they’ve started yet?”

The moonlight reflects off my bright purple coat
As I dream about all of the songs they wrote

The darkness is conquered by the light from inside
I give the bodyguard the paper and push him aside

The air is thick and beautifully warm
As I arrive, still wet from the storm

The crowd is dense, but the room’s just half full
I take off my coat and the air becomes cool

As she comes in, runs over to me
Says, “I see them over there! Look! Can’t you see?”

We take our place as the room fills behind
While all these thoughts float round in my mind

The lights turn off, we scream like first years
As the guys behind me open their beers

The guitars start up, the curtain drops down
I couldn’t believe he said the name of our town

It’s the end of the night, how amazing it was
I remember the music, the tears, the applause

I’ll treasure this memory for the rest of my life
Because it really was an amazing night