She asked me some missed yesterday
If I’m all fine and I’m okay
But I can’t muster more than “how’s the light”

‘Cause I’m afraid of trying more
With two feet stuck behind your door
But if I never do, will I be right?

Cut to the chase
Get up and go
Do it in case
I won’t grow old

Well 17 has come and gone
Old Abba CDs had their dawn
My family still wonders how I swing

I’m looking for the music now
A something simple, play it loud
As long as I’m still dancing, anything

Cut to the chase
Get up and go
Do it in case
I can’t grow old
But if I do
A story told
I know it’s gonna happen anyway

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Yeah, yeah, I can hear it. I’ve a guitar I’m practicing with. Slow and steady. Play it any chance I get. I don’t get many chances to though! I can’t seem to tune out the noise around me! Well, I’m working on it anyway. You have a glorious rest of your Thursday, alright? Alright.