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