The festival is over, the party’s at an end.
Where we met mere days before, we now prepare to leave as friends,
the cleaning crew is hard at work as I walk out the door,
but it’s hard to try and say goodbye, so I walk inside once more.
And I thank you for the music, it flows through my blood like wine,
I stole that line from a different man at a different fest at a different time.
Though at times we see just differences, it turns out in the end,
we meet with many differences, we leave with many friends.
The cleaning crew has kicked us out the sky is turning grey,
at a greasy spoon we pass the time as you prepare to fly away,
I really should be on my way, the road ahead is long,
but for the long ride home I’ll be alone, so sing me one more song.
And I’ll thank you for the music, it flows through my blood like wine,
I don’t know when we’ll meet again, so one more song, one more time,
Tell me one more story as the night comes to an end.
It’s time to fly, but not “goodbye,” but “till we meet again.”
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