A deep vinyl scratch on side two
A sticker from a long concert queue
The years may spin our records thin
Yet this track knows where to begin
I climb upstairs to the storage room
A record sleeve stuck behind a broom
The sleeve feels dusty, worn, and thin
A sticker with the venue's scent within
I set the needle on the groove
The speakers hum and then we move
The bass line rushes through my chest
My eyes shut; I know the rest
A deep vinyl scratch on side two
A sticker from a long concert queue
That raw guitar still takes me home
The only place I've ever known
A deep vinyl scratch on side two
A sticker from a long concert queue
The years may spin our records thin
Yet this track knows where to begin
I set the needle on the groove
The speakers hum and then we move
The bass line rushes through my chest
My eyes shut; I know the rest
A deep vinyl scratch on side two
A sticker from a long concert queue
That raw guitar still takes me home
The only place I've ever known
A deep vinyl scratch on side two
A sticker from a long concert queue
The years may spin our records thin
Yet this track knows where to begin
