Phonograph
by Steven Clotzman

The old man told me “it’s not always fair,
So take care of the hand you’ve drawn”
And the old man told me “someday you’ll see
What used to be is gone”

There’s dust on the old man’s phonograph
Looks like it’s been there all along
Let’s dust off your old man’s phonograph
We’ll listen to a Berlin song

The old man told me,” tuck in your shirt
It’s okay to hurt for a while
But after that you’ve got to move on
And find what’s beyond mere style”

I’m going to dust off the old man’s phonograph
Then maybe I can move along
Let’s dust off the old man’s phonograph
We’ll listen to a Berlin song

Nothing haunts me like these mornings
When I’m trying conjure up his ghost
Some where I read that things never said
Are the things we regret the most

The old man once told me there ain’t no spell
Like the stories we tell and feel
But the things unfolding inside of my head
They leave me instead to reel

I’m going to dust off the old man’s phonograph
Already it’s been too long
Let’s dust off the old man’s phonograph
Listen to hear a Berlin son


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