The evening’s laughter’s reached an ebb,
You find yourself trapped in a web of rapt attention.
Requests for songs ring out; the same old tunes
demanded by convention.

You shy away but not for long.
They all begin to sing the songs you’re known to play:
Tunes from yesterday.
You yield to pressure from the crowd,
You try but you can’t play out loud,
Your lungs they seem to disobey you.

Please find the strength to play us just one more,
We’d love to hear you.
These songs at length
We’d heard so long before,
We’d love to hear you play.

Your face turns red, you sip your drink
And for a moment start to think about the times it all came easy.
The worn-out stages you once played,
The lifelong friends you thought you made.
Those times were crazy!

The songs that you don’t recognize
That lighten up your children’s eyes
Will soon appear to be a souvenir
Of times like this when you would play
Our favorite songs from yesterday
So once again
Can we just hear you…

Please find the strength to play us just one more,
We’d love to hear you.
These songs at length
We’d heard so long before,
We’d love to hear you play.