The Final Show

Acoustic guitar intro blending into ethereal synthesizers

Verse 1

On a dry wooden stage now

Cold draft from the door

Sweet smell of tobacco

Rolling low on the floor

Down below in the alley

I heard a stumbling beat

My hands were cold and the chords fell flat

I had to stand on my feet

Chorus

Welcome

Chorus

Welcome to the final show tonight

Such an empty space

Such an older face

Singing songs we wrote when we were young

Only for a day

Let the music play

Verse 2

We stand at the back

No one calls our name

Lost posters are peeling fast

Nothing feels quite the same

Look out at the tables

(Ohh, just look out now)

Empty chairs stare, the room is bare

We have to give it a try

Chorus

Welcome to the final show tonight

Where the stage is cold

And we feel so old

Singing songs we wrote when we were young

Only for a day

(We let the music play)

Bridge

Ohh, we used to fly

We owned the whole town

Now we just sit down

Drinking cheap red wine

We lost our crown

Please let us try

Oh, please let us try

Verse 3

Plugging in the old amp

Dust flies in the light

We tune the dry strings up

Ready for just one last fight

Voices crack in the microphone

But the harmony sings

We lift heads and hopes and close our eyes

Remembering beautiful things

Chorus

Ohh, welcome to our fucking show tonight

Just that final spark

Lighting up the dark

Reliving dreams we had when we were young

Only for a day

Let the music play

Guitar solo

Let the music play

Let the music play

Let the music play

Let the music play

Let

Guitar solo

Guitar solo