On a muggy overcast Sunday
We drove an hour to San Bernadino
Fond memories of the Troubador
We just had to see you

If they make you leave
If they make you go away
If there is no music
There will be tear drops on the stage

Justin don't leave me crying at the stage
Don't disappear, don't go away
Don't leave us crying at the stage

I don't want to hear about the beaten face
Or the smashed up broken ribs
Don't want to hear your brother
slander what family did
I want to hear music
I want to hear your songs
Don't let them convince you
that you don't belong