Lyrics

Musings of a Departed Soul

You worked with what you had
and you tried to make it last
But your talents would succumb to your age

Inside a quantum string
or in someone else's dream
There's a place in time you'd be the king someday

It went by you in a flash
while you grind to pay the rent
And your legacy will die with the unsung

Wrote songs to keep you up
a demo in someone else's junk
And your soul is resting in someone's garage of antiquity