[Intro — acoustic guitar strumming slow open chords, no picking. After several bars, a distant steel guitar moans softly. Warm piano enters. Soft bass and soft restrained drums ease in.] [Verse 1 — male lead only] There’s a room I’ve carried all my life, No key, no numbered door, Old voices, faces, places, Still scattered on the floor. A line I heard when I was young, A road I nearly lost, Funny how the mind keeps things We thought that time had tossed. [Steel guitar answers softly] [Chorus — male lead; very faint female “oohs” behind] In Willard’s Weirdroom, The years are gathered there, The beautiful, the ordinary, The strange things everywhere. A lifetime full of questions, A lifetime looking through, You never know what you might find When something old feels new. [Verse 2 — male lead only] The mind can hold a thousand things And never tell you why, Then bring one back from years ago As clear as yesterday. Not magic and not mystic signs, No secrets from the air, Just imagination finding What was always waiting there. [Piano and distant steel instrumental] [Verse 3 — male lead only] You learn to see things as they are, Then turn them toward the light, And something you once passed right by May speak to you tonight. The serious and the foolish, The broken and bizarre, All become a little part Of knowing who you are. [Bridge — drums lift slightly; piano fuller; soft female “ahhs” far in background] Maybe what we gather Was never ours to keep. A story told, a lesson learned, A memory buried deep. Pass along the things you’ve seen, The old things and the new, Even all the strange ones— They may mean something too. [Short instrumental — steel guitar bends upward; piano answers] [Final Chorus — male lead; children’s choir enters very softly underneath] In Willard’s Weirdroom, The years are gathered there, The people that I’ve loved and lost, The laughter and the prayers. If intellect’s a gift from God, Then use the gift He gave, Open up the room sometimes And share the things you saved. [Children’s choir grows slightly, still behind male lead] [Male lead] Open up the room sometimes… [Children’s choir, soft] Share the things you saved… [Male lead] You never know what someone needs From something you once knew. [Children’s choir, very soft sustained “ahh”] [Outro — drums and bass gradually fall away. Acoustic guitar keeps strumming. Piano plays sparse chords. Distant steel gives one long final moan.] [Male lead, almost spoken] You never know what you’ll find in there.
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