My tapes live in the drawer.
They've been there for several years.
They're not needed anymore.

Hid behind a closet door
A place I almost never peer
My tapes live in the drawer.

Like a whale beached on the shore,
And just to make things crystal clear...
They're not needed anymore.

The music I once adored,
The standouts and the pioneers.
My tapes live in the drawer.

Obsolete once, twice, and more,
Reduced to simple souvenirs
They're not needed anymore.

For their fate I am now tore,
They'll never return to my ears
My tapes live in the drawer.
They're not needed anymore.