After all, the moment never came
All my best shots sadly miss their aim
What I had to say has been the same
What I had to hear put me to shame
Then noisy chatter came from Greece
Their flirty laughter never ceased
While all the ears tuned into the piece
The band played on
When the door I saw was painted red
It must've have had the smell of smoke instead
Every picture on these walls has tales
They carry on in waves that we inhale
The old man never dropped the one
The bravery swirling all around
And what was lost now could be found
The band played on and on
So we wait in line for one last game
Every window welcomes the city's flame
As he checks his time and forgets names
I can't help wondering who's in here to blame
Then one subscriber raises her glass
The tired preacher lowers his brass
As if to bow to those who've passed
The band played on and on