Still Floatin'

[Intro] (Clean Telecaster guitar, harmonica, distant gulls, a buoy bell ringing once.) [Old Captain Rust (spoken)]: "Folks keep askin' why we're still playin'... Truth is... We never figured out how to stop." (Band kicks into a warm, bluesy groove.) [Verse 1] This old guitar's got salt in the grain... Rust on the strings... Memories and rain. We've played these docks Through boom and bust... When the crowds were gone... And the stage turned to dust. Saw kids grow up... Saw dreams set sail... Some came back... Some chased another trail. But every summer... When the tide rolls in... Here we are... Again. [Pre-Chorus] We ain't chasing Gold records... We ain't chasing Fame... We're just keeping One old promise... To play Just the same. [Chorus] We're still floatin'... Like an old red buoy. Paint's worn thin... But we still bring joy. Through every storm... Every changing tide... This old town's Kept us alive. Raise your glass... Raise your voice... Growing older Wasn't really A choice... But playing music? Now that's something We'll decide. [Verse 2] Boardwalk lights Don't shine as bright... But the moon still knows Every Saturday night. Some of the names On these old bar stools Only come back In stories now. Still hear 'em laughing... Between the songs. Feels like somehow... They never really Left at all. [Pre-Chorus] Every wrinkle... Every scar... Just another verse In who we are. [Chorus] We're still floatin'... Still ridin' free. A little more gray... But we're still Who we used to be. The kids play louder... That's alright... We'll still be here... When they own the night. [Bridge] Maybe one day... Some young band... Will play these songs Better than we can. When that day comes... We'll smile... Walk off stage... And know... The music never belonged to us... It belonged... To everybody. [Guitar Solo] (Tasteful Southern-rock lead with harmonica answering every phrase, followed by a soaring Hammond organ.) [Final Chorus] We're still floatin'! Against the tide! Still got some stories Left inside! When the lights go down... And the sea sings low... We'll leave these songs... For the next ones To know. Raise your voices! Young and old! Some things... Only get better... When they're weathered. [Outro] (Band strips down to acoustic guitar, harmonica, and crowd singing together.) Whoa-oh... Still floatin'... Whoa-oh... Still home... (Buoy bell rings softly. Waves fade out.)