It’s getting better now, It’s getting better now?

I can still feel the bass kicking my heart into shape. The P.A system kept their eyes attached. We came a long way. We touched glory just enough to keep us going. We held bonds that no one could break. We laughed, we cried, we grew up.

I still feel the magic made in close quarters. Secrets kept tucked away until it was show-time. I’ll never forget. I’ll still keep my dream, you can have yours back. What a run we had. Keep that microphone close for a chorus they’ll always remember son. We were kids with big dreams. One*day we’d make it. Midnight jam sessions for a next weeks gig. Show after show, the road soon got old. Don’t you miss it? Keep that beat alive, so the bass can be felt for miles. The chords of beat up guitars are screaming with the sound of his voice. Shine that spotlight on all 5 of these guys because it’s starting to go dim. It was never “goodbye”; it was “see you later”. Maybe that later is today.

What ever happened to that girl in the red shirt who anticipated the worst in life and never had hope so she drank her dreams to the bottom of a bottle. She was never seen again. She was last seen holding a flower to her heart for a better shot at something new. I still think of the sweat, blood, and time put into it. I want to hear them sing back. The smaller the audience the more souls you touch.

One*day we’ll meet, Finish what we started.
We’ll keep the beat, We’ll write the hits.