Still Standing Ray
[Verse 1] You drove home smelling like smoke and steel Hung your coat on the hook without making a deal Boss never cheered you, no headline, no name But we saw every shift that you quietly claimed Sunday mornings on the diamond, chalk dust on your shoes Teaching a kid how to stand in, how to never refuse [Chorus] Here's to you, Ray, sixty years in the fire Vinyl spinning low on a wire You laughed at your own joke and meant every line All those quiet things you did — we saw them this time [Verse 2] The Boss on the turntable, side one, track three You'd mouth every word like a man born free Thanksgiving table, same pun every year You laughed til you cried and we loved you for it, hear? Commercials got you, anthems got you too That old station hoodie still fits you like new Sixty years of showing up — that's the whole truth We were watching, old man, and we learned it from you [Chorus] Here's to you, Ray, sixty years in the fire Vinyl spinning low on a wire You laughed at your own joke and meant every line All those quiet things you did — we saw them this time