Knowing Grin at 122

I still hear that Telecaster

Ringing through the screen door light

Same old town, same old joke

Same neon humming in the night

We were young and talking big

But the miles came and took their share

Now I laugh a little slower

Let the endings hang in the air

That organ warms the back room

And the piano keeps the time

Like a friend who knows my secrets

And never tries to read between the lines

The bass walks easy under me

The drums stay dry and plain

And that little sax comes drifting by

Like summer after rain

So I keep on rollin'

Easy on a worn out road

With a pocket full of small time dreams

And a heart that still says go

And the night turns quiet

I let it lean and sway

I tell one more old story

Then I let it fade away

No crowd to make a spectacle

No bright lights burning heat

Just the room, the wood, the white

And the dust beneath my feet

And I've learned a little something

From the way these echoes bend

You don't have to shout your name

To let the whole town know you've been

So I keep on rolling

Easy on a worn out road

With a pocket full of small time dreams

And a heart that still says go

If the night turns quieter

I let it lean and sway

I tell one more

Old story, and I let it fade away