Pins and Smoke

[Verse] Under neon buzz and sticky floors Lonely pins await the strike Fingertips on beaten balls Rolling through the echoing night [Verse 2] White-haired folks in Sunday best Lost in whispers and cigarette haze Fondling memories with every frame Eyes glazed over Counting days [Chorus] Smell of smoke Tales of yore Laughter tangled in the score Old rhythms play They come alive In this bowling alley from '95 [Verse 3] Cracked vinyl seats awash in dust Arcade lights flicker like ghosts Polaroid dreams on faded walls Beneath the chatter of old folks [Bridge] Time’s a cruel Relentless hand Yet here it seems to take a stand Rubber soles on polished wood Reminiscent of all that stood [Verse 4] Broken jukebox sings no more Yet echoes hum of classic tunes Shuffle steps on smudged-down floors March of time beneath the moon