You're the old man still dancing every song
still jamming and making music
that holds us
I see you
and bite my tongue, I forget your 'new' name
Trench coat to the floor, you're twirling at Union Pool
This moment stands still
And if memories have lives of the own
let's draw up a new story
You turn 90
We'll go to Polka night
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