Retrospective

I came across a box of old LPs

Faded circles marred the ancient covers

I remembered every pop and skip

and they felt like past lovers...

When Monte spins the wheel

you just might pick up that it's real

In the days when Clancy couldn't sing

He had more soul than any box can bring

Now, they autotune all the bells that he once rung

and it's all too soon, I'm way past young...

When Monte spins the wheel

you just might pick up that it's real

Don't say it's over (rpt 3)

until the fool in you stops singing

Don't let the fool in you be through...

With your eye on the second hand

the hours slip 'round the wheel

All that you see is real

(rpt and fade)