PBD, the Baystock Blues
Now it’s two o’clock in the morning
And I’m not by a fire with my friends
The stars are still out, and they’re beautiful
But that always how Baystock ends
They stage has gone quiet, but plays on in my mind
Reverberating, right through to my soul
The ballads, and love songs, and stories in rhyme
Watching people named ‘Teep’ rock and roll
There’s nothing quite like it, you know if you’ve been
And you know it will happen, again and again
You love every minute, and hold to each day
But then comes the Monday, and you know you can’t stay
It’s the Post-Baystock Blues, baby, and it’s kicking our asses
But there’s photos, and memories, and these cool backstage passes
We’ll just look to next year; it can’t be that long
If you weren’t sad to leave, you’re doing it wrong
– Kenny Carson