Count the headlights on the highway

This has got to be one of my all-time favorite scenes in any movie. This is that tour bus scene where Stillwater and their entourage do their sing-song bit (after Russell Hammonds' -- Billy Crudup -- accident on stage the previous night) to Elton John's "Tiny Dancer." It's got some great lyrics and it's a strong feel good moment in a great film that still makes my hair stand up to this day.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Three of Cameron Crowe's movies are in my all-time list of favorite movies: Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous, and Singles. Dude, Singles got me into grunge and confirmed in my mind's eye that Matt Dillon was his generation's version of James Dean.