"Candlebox" lyrics

Three years on the local circuit
Played twice at the county fair
And the second time, Ben
Our friend who worked the business end
Said a guy from a label was there
There were two more like him at the next show
Staring us down like hawks
And there was love in the air
And all the money was there
And we were going on tour
With Candlebox
Candlebox

All the free acid-washed blue jeans you could ever want
Underneath the bus
Sound guy, schedule guy, driver
Three bunks left for us
You sleep like a baby when you're still young
And dumber than a bag of rocks
Twenty-five tight minutes seven nights a week
Eight weeks without a break
For Candlebox
Candlebox

Together in the tents at the festivals
Running out of things to say
This is how you build the fanbase (fanbase)
You'll be in the headline spot someday
You'll be in the headline spot someday

Whole team full of Roman accountants
At their desks the day Hannibal crossed:
You wouldn't even believe me
If I told you what the video cost
Windswept silence at the henhouse
Nobody's catching up with the fox
But if we ever find Ben, we'll prob'ly do it again
Like we were young men
As we were then
With Candlebox
Candlebox
Candlebox