M. Lockwood Porter - Stephen

Stephen was a rock and roll drummer he played in all the bands
When he played, his hands they moved like lightning
Our practice space was his dad's garage, that was where we learned to play
We all thought someday he would be the best damn drummer in the USA

Stephen, where are you now?
I can almost hear your cymbals crashing through the ground

When I was in college
I heard he turned to speed and he was playing in a metal band
He went up on the stand every night
He wanted to play that rock and roll, and so he played the part
And it took his heart but it never took his soul

Stephen, where are you now?
I can almost hear your cymbals crashing through the ground

Stephen you always kept the beat locked in so tight
But then you lost the fight

Late one night when I was home from school on a holiday
I had some drinks with Stephen in my backyard
He talked about what it was like, stuck in town with his family
Oh Stephen, who could blame you for wanting to escape?

Stephen, where are you now?
I can almost hear your cymbals crashing through the ground
I can't turn on the radio cause I can't stand the sound
Now the beat only reminds me of a heart that'll never pound again

Written by:
Max Porter

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