She never thought she'd make it this far
back in the day she was groovy
taking a stand against the man and the machine
but she was just a symbol now,
of another time
once the stars collided in the sky above her
bright and colourful
now she saw them grinding slowly to a halt
one foot in the grave
and the other resting on a couch she could barely get out of
she played her cards and rested her head on the cusions
told her grandson to turn down the volume
"you call that crap is music....
back in my day, now we had music..."