MUSICIANS TRILOGY
THE LIGHTS GO ON…AS THE OLD MAN MOVES …TO THE STAGE DOOR
AND LOOKS OUT OVER THE TABLES…TO SEE WHO’S SITTING …IN THE FRONT ROW
THE FACES LOOK YOUNGER…HE FEELS OLDER… THAN EVER
HE REACHES FOR HIS BOTTLE…CREATES HIS COURAGE… AND SENDS THEM INTO HIS WORLD
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HE PICKS UP HIS SIX STRING… AND STANDS UP… TO THE MICORPHONE
WITH ONE DEEP BREATH…HE DIGS DEEP INSIDE… TO PULL OUT A SONG FROM THE PAST
THE LINES ON HIS FACE … TELL THEM ALL …OF HIS LOVES LOST
HIS TREMBLING VOICE…BRINGS A TEAR TO ALL…THE YOUNG WOMAN THAT NIGHT
(chorus)
WHEN THE CHILL IS ON…THE OLD MAN WILL BE GONE
THEY’LL FORGET HIS SONGS …WHEN THE OLD MAN IS GONE
WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE ALL DOWN
AND THE CROWDS ALL GONE HOME
ALL ALONE WILL BE THE OLD MAN
HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S SMILING BUT DEEP DOWN HE’S CRYING BECAUSE HE’S JUST AN OLD MAN
HIS DREAMS ARE HIS SONGS OF HOPES ALL GONE
THAT MAYBE AGAIN HE’LL BE A YOUNG MAN
HE SITS IN THE FRONT ROW… FACING THE STAGE…WITH THE EMPTY BOTTLE IN HAND
PLAYING ON STAGE …ARE HIS DREAMS GONE BY… IN HIS OWN LIFE
THE SOUND HE HEARS… IS THE RINGING IN HIS EARS…FROM THE NIGHT PAST
HE’S ALONE AGAIN…NO ONE IS WAITING IN THE WINGS…FOR THE OLD MAN
AS HE CLOSES HIS EYES…THE LAST LIGHT GOES OUT …ITS OVER FOR THE NIGHT
NOTHING IS HEARD …FOR HE CREEPS INTO HIS SLEEP… TILL MORNING LIGHT
BUT HIS DREAMS WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
…AS HE'S PLAYING HEAD LINER
…THIS LIFE LONG ONE NIGHTER
THE OLD MAN