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On the city streets of Detroit,
Home to muscle cars and Motown
His best advice was never panic
When your 401(k) goes down
On a Sunday afternoon.
Larry gave a cigar to me
When I offered him my cutter.
He just held up a golf tee
With a friendly wave hello.
Your voice was often quiet
Till you shared the food you grilled
And said, “Help yourself, try it.”
It’s tough to really know someone
Once-a-week drinking beers
I really didn’t know the person
I Sat next to you for years.
A Cooler full of beer
and fishing poles to cast
moving slowly to the bay
where you’re allowed to go fast.
the cooler now filled
with lots of fish to cook,
There is nothing better
than a bluefin on your hook.
His face became familiar
With small talk and a beer
baseball at Old Tiger Stadium
Was his last story I would hear
So as we raise a toast,
A Fireball in hand.
I know you’re near the ocean now,
Because you can’t catch fish on land.
As The book you wrote has closed
there’s one thing left to do.
So Today the book reopens
And We write Chapter Two.
Outro
So it’s time for One more ride,
alone and on the lake,
He turned your keys into wings.
For your last and final wake

Iron Man is Marvel.
Batman is DC.
Superheroes were created.
By people who are free.
How could he do it?
How does he dare?
To give us a new superhero.
30 years after Superman flew in the air.
Maybe it was during his teens.
And Third period lunch.
Bullied and teased.
That memory and a hunch.
As teachers looked away.
Five kids now eating his sandwich.
No one lends a hand.
His English teacher ignores. To him, she's a bitch.
Lunch is now over.
She yelled. Get up, Stan.
You're weak and pathetic.
A Sorry young man.
He continued his day.
Hungry and sad.
That no one helped him.
And that made him mad.
It was that memory
20 years later, he never forgot.
This world needs more superheroes.
So he gave it a shot.
With pencil in hand.
In months of trying.
One face he drew.
Had a mask made of iron.
Since Superman could fly.
He created a man for land.
To stand up to the bullies.
And help put that sandwich back in the right hand.

on any given Saturday
you'll find Mac with his pals
he said have a seat Yankee
and welcome to big Al’s
As months turned into years
talking sports and taking bets
I couldn't root for two teams
it's either giants or The Jets
watching football with a beer
as David pointed the remote
time to watch old miss
no need to take a vote
the table he chose
was far from the stage
he loved when I played Gordon
and cringed when Dave played rage
one song he had me play
I can still find without scrolling
he always raised the volume
when you take the skinheads bowling
from stories of old miss that
we heard every afternoon
but long before the Grove
Bob spun vinyl up in Boone
some days we're so busy
as Maddie managed the staff
when he didn't get attention
he raised his hand which made us laugh
some days he ordered take out
but fell asleep before he ate
in the morning when he woke up
Jen left him an empty plate
so many stories were shared
as the music would play
he always signed my book
but unfortunately he won't today
your bar stool now is empty
the one you sat on every week
your demons were well hidden
even when I tried to peek
everyone I spoke with
respected your hard head
friends voices are useless
when a mind won't hear what's said
if you needed a shirt
he'd give you his off his back
not a bad bone in his body
I was lucky to know Big Mac
as your friend's eyes now filled with tears
and the sadness we all show
the final rounds on me
Bethany I'll have too high and too low

IT WAS ALWAYS OUR DREAM
NOT ONE SPOTLIGHT BUT TWO
OUR MUSIC BRINGING CHEERS
AS THE LIGHTS BLINDED OUR VIEW
CREATING MUSIC THAT'S DIFFERENT
A SHOW YOU MUST SEE
BUT ON OPENING NIGHT
BEHIND THE CURTAIN WAS JUST ME
HIS TAILORED SUIT STILL HANGING
AND I’M A BOOT AND JEAN GUY
THE SONGS I SANG TODAY
WAS ME SAYING GOODBYE
MY GRIEF IS NOW A MEMORY
STILL PAINFUL TO REMEMBER
HIS SMILES WE’LL NEVER SEE AGAIN
BECAUSE WE BURIED THEM IN DECEMBER
AS MY TEARS FLOOD THE STAGE
WITH ONLY ONE SPOTLIGHT
HE’LL NEVER HEAR ME SING
THE WORDS MY HEART WILL WRITE
ON THE TOUR BUS LEAVING TOWN
WHEN NOBODY SINGS
YOU SAT NEXT TO ME AT DINNER
AND THERE WERE TWO TYPES OF WINGS….

The Band Behind the curtain
faces is hidden and unseen
darkness ready to get loud
the crowd ready to get mean
a table quickly taken
4 girls in their chairs
it was then I played Madonna
as the dance floor filled with stares
as the curtain rose up
80,000 screaming fans
the music joined in
2 lighters and raised beer cans
Technique turntables spun the vinyl
as I controlled the lights
free drinks and the spotlight
I'll never forget those nights
the fans turned off their lighters
the energy would settle
for the next two hours
their lives consumed with metal
It was Neptune’s on a Saturday
Jerry G was slinging drinks
my music kept them dancing
to pick up lines and winks
no one left their seats
as eric's drum solo played
he was channeling his inner rush
as they applauded and stayed
at times the girls would rest
playing rock and roll for the men
as new girls would arrive
I played dance songs again
as the song seemed to get louder
a girl exposed her to tit
suddenly they were dancing
creating a mosh pit
In the 80s it was simple
I got paid to make girls move
mony mony was a given
So was Madonna’s into the groove
Taking charge of the music
and the fun had by all
the night was coming to a close
it was about time to say last call
as the band's last song ended
80,000 fans stood tall
the band walked off the stage
preparing for their curtain call
the last song I played
was always American Pie
when the bar lights came on
I took off my skinny tie
as the band took their vows
and Eric threw his sticks
his fans loved the metal
And mine were there for chicks

who's to blame
is it her or me
news from the doctor
confirmed we could never be 3
the tears on her face
there's no words you can say
broken hearts blocked the future
of two grateful smiles one day
with four eyes now focused
standing up to defeat
thoughts of the dinner table
with a third plate and a seat
I can't imagine your discussion
with a child's life as an option
that's when you both smiled
and agreed on adoption
happy now your search has begun
with his own bedroom to sleep in
never expecting more sadness
like a mother's last kiss on your son's chin
again there was silence
as she turned toward the door
all I can give him is love
but a child's future needs more
after miles of travel
and countless prayers as you knelt
a delayed gift finally arrived
and you felt his heart beat
no one chooses sadness
it just appears out of sight
happiness will be defined
when you stand up and fight
with a lifetime to love
do all you can do
her heart was broken
when she handed her son to you
one decision changed 2 futures
when she received a gift sent from heaven
that she'll never light the candles
he'll blow out when he's 11
such a sensitive topic
no one expects to discuss
even with a mother's decision
to abandon her child on a bus
when it's your turn to answer
and decide wrong from right
say every child should have dinner
and to sleep safely at night
since God is the ultimate judge
and no longer walks on earth
no one has the right
to question if a woman should give birth

You'll always be my daughter.
Since day one you’ve made me proud.
I never should have left your side
When heaven sent you through that cloud
Your hands that I reached for.
I let go when they were small
Controlled by confusion
Temptation wins with just one call
still wrapped up in your blanket
With white trim made of lace
That’s when I chose to turn my back
And miss the biggest smile on you face
The life you just left
Was sent here to save you
20 years of demons
Just pulled you further from view
Every day another battle
Not a tear was ever cried
You know you’ve hit rock bottom
When there’s nothing left inside
Without a memory of you
Just an invitation to a dance
Your daughter’s wedding is approaching
To turn around and take a chance
As tears reign down your face
The words she heard you say
In a voice bran new to her
I ‘ll be there for your special day
It’s been 20 years 20 long years
Church bells ringing in the air
It’s been 20 years 20 long years
And a new suit that I will wear
The hands I let go once .
I must do again today
Proudly walking you down the aisle
To officially give my daughter away
It’s been 20 years 20 long years
My Daughters now a wife
And brought along a son in law
From now on your a team
2 more eyes to find that dream
A lot can change in 20 long years
The day I stepped away
I still haven’t said why
I’ll save that for tomorrow
It’s time to celebrate not cry
The door that closed behind me.
A lifetime we both missed.
Your weekends were filled with sleepovers.
While mine had two clenched fists.
The reason I was gone
I'm fully to blame.
The truth got buried deeper.
When I had a number and not a name.
I wish I had stayed.
And said goodbye to that bad crowd.
To stay with your big smile.
And embrace what made me proud.
If you don’t believe in yourself
Then you can’t be there to help another
I can’t wait to watch the family
That you will raise as a mother
As the DJ clears the floor
He walks the bride to the light
Then says dad join your daughter
And dance together all night
Then everyone stood up
No one remained in their seat
It’s the time of their life
To dance with no shoes on their feet
It’s time to switch up
As dad introduced the band
The applause just got louder
With every wave of their hand
It’s been 20 years 20 long years
Dads not going nowhere
It’s been 20 years 20 long years
One stupid decision and your labeled for life
No one cares what I say
Caused I paved my own way
And now my friends call me 20 long years
(Piano)
I’m keeping my word and trying to be fair
Spent my license plate money on sippie cups with lids
Thats when my daughter held my hand i saw excitement in her eyes
We're still planning a timeframe when we’re ready for kids
Slow (Piano) Maybe a bridge
With my head hung low and my stomach in knots
is there an ETA that's honest and true
She saw the shock on my face Like I was floating in space
That's when she said it might take a decade or two
Im looking at 20 more years ,another 20 long years
The smiles I'm missing I can't hold back the tears
You can't change time or adjust miles with fears
All you could do is wait another 20 long years
My brain refuses to accept that my voice said 20 more years
Since we’re both on the same journey and going the same way
Walked down this road already just take it day by day
Now when i hear my nickname, i consider it support
Now I’m off To the drugstore to buy some plugs for my ears
And its hard to drop a nickname that i gave myself over the years…..
Just vocals for last line
I'll see y'all again in 20 long years
(Loud fast piano ending)

tuning your guitar
at the local County Fair
It’s clowns cotton candy and merry go rounds
and no one notices you're even there
You spend so many nights
on so many stages
just paying your dues
as you keep earning those wages
early days without a spotlight
just a microphone that's ready
feeling alone in the beginning
and no screaming fans throwing confetti
Once the show is over
you drive to your next gig
no sleeping on a tour bus
just dreams to make it big
they say practice makes perfect
just like athletes who train
on game day they see smiles
not rehearsals or the pain
music is your destiny
clearly the right choice
the passion you are sharing
we can feel it in your voice
it's time to take the stage
as the crowd cheers and stares
today's performance was the same
like when you sang to empty chairs