Eighty Trips Around the Sun

Eighty Trips Around the Sun

A birthday song · Songbond

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The story & lyrics

The story behind this song

There's a photo table by the door — the whole life in frames. The wedding suit, the shop that got run for decades, the holidays that outgrew one room. Black-and-white and faded color, and tonight every face in those pictures is in the hall: the kids, the grandkids, the card-game crew, the neighbor from three houses down who drove all night.

Eighty years of keeping the door wide open and picking people up along the way like passengers on one long, happy ride. He still beats the young ones at cards on Sundays, still whistles that tune nobody can name. For the grandparent turning eighty — hats in the air, the band playing on, and most of the people he gathered standing right there in the room.

Lyrics

Strike up the band, the hall is full
Eighty trips and counting
There's a photo table by the door — your whole life in frames
The wedding suit, the shop you ran, the holidays that grew
And every black-and-white and every faded square of color
Every face in there is in this room tonight
You never asked for much
You just kept the door wide open
Eighty trips around the sun — and look who came along
The kids, the grandkids, the whole dang block in song
You picked us up like passengers on one long happy ride
Eighty trips around the sun
And the band plays on, and the hall is full, and the doors are open wide
You still beat the young ones at the card table on Sundays
Still whistle that same tune nobody can name
The hands that built and held and worked are clapping on the downbeat
And eighty looks like music on you
You never asked for much
You just kept the door wide open
Eighty trips around the sun — and look who came along
The kids, the grandkids, the whole dang block in song
You picked us up like passengers on one long happy ride
Eighty trips around the sun
And the band plays on, and the hall is full, and the doors are open wide
The little ones are dancing on the same floor you did
Eighty years of orbit, and you're still the warmest light
One more lap! One more lap!
Eighty trips around the sun — and look who came along
The kids, the grandkids, the whole dang block in song
You picked us up like passengers on one long happy ride
Eighty trips around the sun
And the band plays on, and the hall is full, and the doors are open wide
Hats in the air for eighty years
Now somebody cut that cake

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