Lyrics

Don't pawn those rusted strings
You're going to need them on this
Working holiday
They filled the rig with sleep
A sleep that lingers
Roll you under clouds behind the stage
They strand the wreck under alley lights
Blurry faces run the cold inside
Clutching cups they fill
And empty slowly

After the reckoning, what will the record show?
Did we forget to play this young man's music sad and low?

Late then when the lights come up
Late now driving on past fallow fields
Old man's music must lean forward
So don't pawn those rusted strings
You're going to need them on this

After the reckoning, what will the record show?
Did we forget to play this young man's music sad and low?