While the songs are still here,
there’s no need for fear.
Sometimes it’s good to have an ol’ block;
if a clock’s gonna tick, it may as well tock.
You don’t need wood to build a bar;
you just need a room safely shrouded in the dark.
But I hear the guitar crunches fade,
leaving solo piano keys, ‘tween each a growing space.
But the hollow echoes last a li’l longer,
e’en if they sound warped & blurred.
E’en if every year adds a scratch,
I’ll hold onto that record as long as it lasts.