The Song Plays On
Playin’ on that yellow key piano…singin’ in a rock and roll band Puttin’ on tuxedos and bowties…sometimes the clothes make the man
Giggin’ in those seaside lounges…giggin’ with my very best friend Up and down the East Coast in a U-Haul machine
Even good things must come to an end
But the song plays on…and the song plays on
and the time runs away and the band’s breakin’ up
but the Song Plays On
Headin’ up to New York City…seekin’ my fortune and fame
Playin’ with the hired guns they got me…Aw--even changin’ my name
Puttin’ out the album I always dreamed of…thinkin’ that I really I had it made Hangin’ out so stylish in West Hollywood…tryin’ to march in that in that big hit parade
But the song plays on . . .
Put some bands together back in Baltimore
Tryin’ to be hip--tryin’ to be hot—tryin’ to be cool
Yea nasty boys with electric toys--we were rockin’ like nobody’s fool
And the spotlights shine with a heavenly light
And the cymbals and the chrome like diamonds
And the whiskey and the beer and the girls all appear
All the wild ones and mild ones and shy ones
And the personnel changes and the band rearranges
And you’re solo in a funky little bar
And a voice in your head is sayin’ “get away, get away”
“Figure out if this is really who you are.”

Get away from the music madness…Fall in in love- raise a family- mow a lawn
Get a day gig teachin’ for the County…But the memory of the song lingers on
And you find yourself singin’ in a band again….in a later not so crazy time in life
And we’re all so much older not so bolder now…with our mortgages and our wives
And it’s playin’ in your brain and it drives you insane
And you gotta get ‘em down and get ‘em out
And it’s into the studio whenever you can…Until the time and the money runs out
Yea nobody’s buyin’ CD’s anymore and there’s only a penny on a play….
And the gigs don’t pay like they used to do in those cocktail lounges back in the day
But I write because I must and ‘cause I need to
And I write before it fades and its gone
And I write to figure out what I been thinkin’ about
And I write because the song plays on
But the song plays on . . .
And the song play on . . .