Still The Song - Tim Finn

Still the song keeps playing

It’s coming from an open doorway

And everyone is listening

To what the music has to say

On a Sunday afternoon

The middle of town might as well be the moon

Still the song keeps playing

Still the song

Still the song keeps playing

It’s everybody’s consolation

To sing along and feel better

It doesn’t matter what went wrong

When your staring at the sky

There’s nothing to see cos the feeling has died

Still the song keeps playing

Still the song

And as long as that song lasts

We’re moving together

We’re holding fast

Are you loveless on this cold day

You feel like you’re walking on your own grave

But somehow you know it’s not for always

Still the song keeps playing

Still the song

Still the song keeps playing