What am I to do with the next four minutes with you?
What am I to do with the next four minutes added to my story with you?
I’m kind of standing here waiting, playing a D and waiting to go to the fifth
Something that should sound a little like this
In these four minutes with you...
What am I to make of the last 40 years with you?
Were we in it together or were we just members of some bands we used to be in?
It all begins in the basement, the quiet guy whose able to play anything
Now it’s Pollock on strings and I’m in the wings
In these four minutes with you
That Monday rehearsal was simply so strange
A conversation and tour but not a chord was played
The Vibratone was in pieces
The strings were all rusted
You said the bridges were burned, I've heard that is true
And what can four minutes do?
What am I to do with the last four minutes with you?
What am I to do with the last four minutes now that it's down to us two?
We came here to remember
We got together to say goodbye to the drummer
And would up burying your guitar
In these four minutes with you...
(c) Stanfield