Still Here

(hummmmm) Thirty years of quiet dust on the sill

The screen never sleeps,

but the coffee goes cold

Building these walls with a hammer of will

But it is a heavy trade,

being

bought and sold

I am still

here

(still here) I am still here

(still here) Whatever they counted,

whatever they missed

I am still here

One single cup on the corner of the pine

The world moved away

while I stayed behind

They trade in the air,

I trade in the line

The only true thing that I have left to find

I am still here

(oh,

still here) I

am still here

(yes, still here) Whatever they counted,

whatever they missed

I am still here

I am

still

here (ahhhh)