It's dinner time, and old friends arrive-
the guests are here for you.

The damaged minds of many.
The open hearts of few.

They can never lose that after taste from when the food was soothing.
You’ll  remember them from those good ol’ days..... when we used to live for music.

I used to follow silver tape, back stage, remember me?
Did Heavy Metal live up to all we hoped that it could be?

Same dinner party.....same song…… and in your ears that same loud ringing

But now the bread is hard…. and everyone stopped singing.

My memories are blurry, and everythings gone faster.

Blue jean baby, take the pictures
Tell the stories

Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.