What was left a shoestring budget on call
Then these new styles came along
Some on to the next on some other hit their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The point was to make it and we made it but
We didn’t know how to keep it
Like nice kicks that wouldn’t fit
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I’ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart it’s a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started so I cut the tape
As our records will stay on rotate
You say a circle is a flawless shape
Every part equi-distance from the center
On the arc without a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from my point vantage
Passages come in and out
The way I recall your antics
Still alive ’cause I said it
A life of it’s own unless we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely it’s been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony verbal alchemy
Pure magic when she touches me
I read that love is kind but
It’s also blind of any style
You profess would you be my guest
Happiness is a hot potato that you can’t possess for long
Just pass it on like asong
And I might look calm and collected at a glance
But I taste the void when I’m not connected
To the world kinetic as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need of stimulation
Elevator music to the space station
Penthouse of stars a-blazing
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started so I cut this tape
As our records will stay on rotate
