The Last Roundup

“The Last Roundup tells a tale of existential crisis in slow motion, wherein the storyteller isn’t sure he’ll see his friends again, and is feeling preemptive grief unnecessarily. Written with only two chords that further drive home the uncertainty with constant tension and resolve.” -Jake Stilson

The Last Roundup - Lyrics

If I don’t see you, then I’ll see you

At the last round up

Where we’ll gather round again

and drink that same old cup

We’ll relive our best old times

And forget about the bad

We’ll saddle up and ride out

On The best trip we’ve ever had

Clouds roll by

Day turns to night

The stars up high

Are shining bright

Moments of zen

Now and then

Little bits of heaven

The end

Time and space have acquiesced

At the last round up

Forever don’t make sense and death is so abrupt

Am I just a speck of cosmic dust

Fleeing the scene

On the windshield of a spaceship microbus

Good Lord, what does it mean

Clouds roll by

Day turns to night

The stars up high

Are shining bright

Moments of zen

Now and then

Little bits of heaven

The end