Stumble through the stages of the song,
Fumble with the phrases I've been counting on for so long to get by,
Feeling they apply to everyone but me,
Jesus, I have stared so hard into the light,
My vision isn't what it used to be.

But, with every ounce of strength, I'm saving the best until the end,
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And, like a turn that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band.

Painted from the praises I suppose,
Framing every face I ever dared to show,
It all goes by so fast,
Here I am at last, waking from these dreams,
Jesus, I have listened to the crowds so long, it's hard to hear your voice above the screams.

But, with every ounce of strength, I'm saving the best until the end,
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And, like a turn that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band.

And, like a turn that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band.

Lord, once more with feeling, and once more...once more for the band.