What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
Do I have any say,
In the way,
Things go down?
Sure!
I could just drown,
Afraid of the future,
But, would I be a let down,
In the way,
Things go down?
What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
I love the sound,
We’ve found,
And, wish it could stick around.
Nurture!
Run long,
With dance and song,
Get down!
Help the way,
Things go down.
Rock it,
Like a rocket,
Feel it,
With a passion,
To jump on…
The freedom,
Train,
Free the brain,
Free the strain…
Of whether we’ll remain,
’cause we’ll be ridin’ on,
And, on, and, on…
Seeking the light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Veering toward the right,
Past our funeral,
There’s justification for all,
At this festival.
What will become of that day?
How long do we get to play?
Do ya like to sing n’ jig?
If so… we’ll continue to gig!
Rockin’ on,
With a passion.