Recorded spring, 2019, by Jim Roll @ Willis Sound
Mixed by Gregory McIntosh
Filmed by Charles Steen
Matt Jones : guitar, vox
Misty Lyn Bergeron : vox, percussion
Carol Catherine Gray : violin, vox
Mary Fraser : drums, vox
David W. Jones : banjo, vox
Serge van der Voo : bass, vox
Colette Alexander : cello
One hundred old men standing in a line
Right now you're fine, but be warned
You told me I'd be cursed with plagues of body and soul
It'll hurt to make you whole, hooved and horned
How does it feel to bow out and be gone
You'll feel it son, soon enough
I'll scratch, I'll stamp my way to just staying alive
Try as you might, your time's up
What lessons have you to stall the dimming of light
Don't rush, don't fight- you are loved
A dime's worth of daydreams, don't push them away
You'll be with us someday, that's enough.
Is that all there is?
We wish you'd see your greatness
Like we wish we'd seen our own
We appreciate your reverence
When you read these old gravestones
We've been watching you a long time
And we're sorry if you're sad
But alone does not mean lonely
It's a good life that you have.