There’s a hustle and bustle feeling backstage,
An electric excitement in the air,
The night of the performance.
We can’t stop smiling.
We’ve studied our lyrics, we’ve practiced, we’re ready.
It’s our turn. Our moment.
We file out, a hush fills the air.
We open our mouths and sing,
One voice, one message, in harmony.

That electric tingle stays even after I leave,
Waiting for next year.