Making Things from Troubadork by Eric Peter Schwartz

MAKING THINGS
(words & music by E.P. Schwartz)

Would the last one out
please turn off the lights
I've been playing for a while now
and it's starting to hurt my eyes
Don't worry about staying
you're not leaving me behind
There's no place I'd rather be
than on stage when you leave

Would the last one out
please lock the door
I know I'm supposed to
leave you wanting more
in that equation
what's in it for me
making things up here for you
is where I'm supposed to be

41 and I've never
spilled blood on my guitar
never dodged a bullet
while singing in some bar
I guess I'm saying
there's some dues I'd like to pay
I hope the office isn't closed
because I got started so late

Would the last one out
mind the writer on the floor
Gently tilting at windmills
and tapping at the door
He spent 3 hours in Hollywood
one night in June
If that's all he can do
I guess it's all he can do

I'll be the last one out
making something at the end
please burn up my body
and share it with my friends
and if you're compelled
dump me on the wind
then I can be a dust cloud
making things again

• Folk
• acoustic rock
• instrumental
• singer-songwriter
• Aurora