A Toast

SPahrk

May all the music makers
Get closer to the source
May the world hear our music
And may it hear yours.

May we never stop listening
Or dreamin’ of what’s in store.
May we blast it from the roof tops
And sing at your front door.

‘Cuz the music never really stops playin’.
It all just keeps rattlin’ in our heads.
And I’ll play even when nobody’s payin.
We’ll be makin’ music ‘til we’re dead.

Everybody knows that music
Serves to stop time.
It weaves itself between the years
And the fabric of our lives.

Take your mind off the struggle,
And join the Second Line,
Where the beat never quits
And you can sing the chorus line:

‘Cuz the music never really stops playin’.
It all just keeps rattlin’ in our heads.
And I’ll play even when nobody’s payin.
We’ll be makin’ music ‘til we’re dead.

This is for
When we’re old and grey.
For all the times we wish we
Would’ve stayed.
For all the players
We’ve lost along the way.
So fill up your glasses
Let’s play.

‘Cuz the music never really stops playin’.
It all just keeps rattlin’ in our heads.
And I’ll play even when nobody’s payin.
We’ll be makin’ music ‘til we’re dead.