[Verse 1] [Intimate, close-mic vocals, dusty piano chords, tape hiss] If this isn’t something Then what have I got? I’ve been sleeping on nothing Much more than a cot But what I have left It’s my version of grace Even with all of this Clutter in place [Verse 2] [Bass guitar enters, steady driving mid-tempo beat] So much to consume And so few we can trust Neil Young sang about arrows And he sang about rust The decades picked at me With pocketfuls of tragedy Always someone to mourn Along with the rest of me. [Verse 3] Yes, old Neil is still kicking And the decades are gone This ramped up trajectory Playing out in my songs I can listen and wonder Where we all went so wrong But I’d be guessing I’d be guessing… [Chorus] [Build-up, heavy rhythmic drums, swell] Big deep hole in the ocean Heading down to what’s inside Where our thoughts and our devotions Go to die when they’re left alone I can christen the thunder With a voice that isn’t mine. And we’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. [Verse 4] [Beat continues, tense and driving] There’s barking and growling Outside the locked door And our friends just seem silent Laying out on the floor We haven’t kept Everything we wanted So we can rest No more to squander. [Bridge] [Music breaks down, rhythm stops, chaotic ambient noise, loose floating piano] [Vocals: panicked, dry whisper, raw emotional delivery] Go fetch those records In the unlit basement gray The ones I played Almost every day With so much noise They kept me warm All of our toys In lonely rooms. [Guitar Distortion Swell] Go put on Decade Been about that long since I have Heard it all start to finish Guess I’m needing it now [Vocals dynamic rise] We’re all needing it now… [Guitar Solo] [Dissonant, frantic, building tension] [Verse 5] [Rhythm hits back in hard, full band explosion] We’ll just listen and wonder Where it all went so wrong But we’d be guessing We’d be guessing… [Chorus 2] Everything out of proportion Heading in a single file To new fates and contortions Careful steps to stay in line But there ain’t no mission in the thunder With a voice that isn’t mine So we’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. [Outro] [Piano echoes out alone, slow fade, abrupt tape stop] We’ll be fine.
