There's a poster of Elvis hung up on the wall
His blue suede eyes so handsome and tall
There's a microphone stand in the middle of the floor
Three hundred records and three hundred more in the dining room

The floors are creaky but strong enough to hold these 1970's trophies of gold
There's a boy in the picture sitting on the shelf
Three decades later he still looks like himself

Where did the time go?
Where did the boy go?

Like a needle to the skin is the music to my brain
There's a scratch on side-b, the blues don't sound the same
So I'll pick up his guitar and play them for myself while I look up at the picture of my father on the shelf.

Where did the time go?
Where did the boy go?

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