In a Tunnel Underneath the World

in a tunnel underneath the world listening to old music thinking about another person i know that just passed thanking God for still being here inspired to look at myself again no such thing as a guessing game when they go, they go, sometimes without a hint of notice yet and still i have the good times in the flowing waters of my memory bank maybe each tear will help a new tree to grow all i know is that i am now the only one left i will pay tribute until i am yet even greyer it will always transpire right here, in our old meeting spot in a tunnel underneath the world