Somewhere in the back bar by the side of a motorway
Someone takes a breath and takes the stage, then starts to play
In the back of a thousand bars and
by the side of a thousand roads
Worn wood, rusted bronze and honest toil explode.

They cast long shadows in the evening sun
But when the morning comes they've moved along

Hey hey Mr Dylan I have written you a song
For the river of the singers that still rolls along.
So here's to Ragan, and here's to Marwood, here's to
Tim and Jonah too
Here's to the ones who have to take the stage and sing the truth.

They cast long shadows in the evening sun
But when the morning comes they've moved along

Sing till you sweat for the spirit of the age,
Sing life to lines that are dead on the page,
Sing for your sorrow, your wisdom, your rage, sing out.
Sing for the records you played till they broke,
For the parts you insisted that nobody spoke,
Sing for the words that you knew but they still made you choke,

Cast a long shadow in the evening sun
But when the morning comes pass it along.