Uncle Lenny’s in the kitchen again Talking to ghosts like they’re old friends Whiskey glass, half full of rain Tells the same joke, forgets the pain He says: Don’t grow up too fast, kid It’s colder than they said it is Uncle Lenny, where did you go? Your records still spin, but the light’s turned low You left your hat on the radio And your laughter in the undertow Uncle Lenny, I still don’t know Why you danced when it hurt the most Cigarette ash on Sunday shoes He swore the world was built to lose But when the needle hit that groove He found something that felt like truth He said: Love’s a trick, but play along You’ll miss it when it’s gone Uncle Lenny, where did you go? Your records still spin, but the light’s turned low You left your hat on the radio And your laughter in the undertow Uncle Lenny, I still don’t know Why you danced when it hurt the most Maybe heaven’s just a diner booth With coffee black and an old man’s truth Maybe the jukebox knows your tune And it’s still humming it for you Uncle Lenny, I’ll play it slow Your melody, the one you wrote Through every crack and every note You’re the song I can’t let go Uncle Lenny, I hope you know You’re the rhythm in my soul