All this used to mean something,
I'm told it was way back when
These four chord
tricks and guitar licks,
the kick drum stood for more than
kicks and timings
Timeless, not set,
and all this used to say something
We'd hear about dancers on the wind
The streets alight,
the shows were packed
The live meant live, no backing tracks
It was rough, it was raw,
but it was real
We'd album sales,
not YouTube hits
We'd broken strings and
banged up kids
We'd mend,
and we'd grieve while we sold
An d all this used
to go somewhere
We'd hear the sounds
from Scarborough Fair
And then we'd dance through the moon,
the crowded air
And the one last tune
they'd take us and drift us away
An d people wrote the songs they sung,
not six co -writers, four the one
An artist meant more than one song
Summer long, we lost more
Kids wanna be famous,
they don't care what
Famous for summer long, we got lost
We take pleasure in miseries,
we don't care about the costs
But I still believe that we
have more than we need
As long as we've loved,
there's a reason to believe
As long as we're hopelessly hoping
Till the day that we die
And all this used to
make more sense
There's a chapter lost
in love's romance
We'd soundtrack lives,
our ups and downs
We'd feed each word,
we'd hear each sound
We'd live it,
and we'd love every beat
Our words will fail, music speaks
The drums will sound, our hearts will beat
An echo will keep this alive
And a melody will linger on
A broken hymn, a silent song
All just a jukebox away
We're all just a jukebox away