50 Years Gone

Fifty years gone, you’re singing his song
sure as the day he stood by
as the sound grabs air, lingering there
till it joins the rest in the sky
his paper was new like knew what to do
he wrote down each thought in his mind
inking his heart was the fast place to start
kept it as one of the kind
what can you do, now that its through
unchangeably molds to its home
notes passed around, lost before found
memories etched into stone
songs that were then, playing again
new to the crowds that come in
strings stay the same after theyre changed
they remember when the songs begin
i cant take the credit, cant take the blame
remember each one like they’re all just the same
and ill snag up coattails and ride them to fame
the sounds of each moment sharing a name
so take each dime, play it just one more time
songs like an old friend to me
wrote it for you with nothing to prove
still listening though he can’t be seen