From the recording LP22 EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE
The lyrics of “Till Tomorrow Runs Dry” explore the uncertain but fiercely hopeful terrain of late-life creativity, tracing the inner conflict of an artist who has finally gained the time and freedom to create just as age begins to raise its own questions. They balance pride in a lifetime of musical versatility—rock, jazz, classical, electronic, singer-songwriter—with a candid awareness of physical limits, shifting ambitions, and the quiet doubt of whether anyone is truly listening. Yet beneath the uncertainty lies a resilient core: the recognition that creativity has become a calling rather than a career, a companion rather than a competition. The song ultimately affirms that the future of eklektika.berlin is not measured by commercial success or external validation but by the ongoing desire to shape sound, explore new styles, and follow inspiration wherever it leads—for as long as body, spirit, and curiosity allow.
Lyrics
TILL TOMORROW RUNS DRY
Verse 1
I’ve walked a lifetime just to find
The place where all my songs align
A late-light surge, a sudden fire,
A quiet hour tipping into desire.
Now work gives way to breathing room,
And old ideas grow into bloom
The years behind me set the frame,
The years ahead still call my name.
Pre-Chorus
But how long can a heart keep beating
In time with strings and wired skies?
How long can a body carry
All the stories in its spine?
Chorus
Where does the music go from here?
Forward into brighter spheres
Rock and jazz and folk and classical,
Anything that keeps me near
The pulse that’s always been my guide.
I’ll follow it while I have time.
Maybe no one hears the echoes,
Maybe someone’s standing by
But I will sing into tomorrow,
Till tomorrow runs dry.
Verse 2
I watch my hands—they still remember
Every song from every ember.
The cello hums its faithful line,
The future leans in to join the rhyme.
I don’t need fame or spotlight fire,
Just one more chord that rings true, higher.
I’ve lived too long to chase illusions,
But not too long to choose creation.
Pre-Chorus
Is commercial gold worth seeking
When the soul already shines?
Is success a kind of leaving
Or just a different set of signs?
Chorus
Where does the music go from here?
Into whatever I hold dear
Singer-songwriter, jazz improvising,
Electronic glow and cello clear.
I’ll write until my fingers tire
And breathe until the notes expire.
Whether listeners are many
Or only one still standing by
I will sing into tomorrow,
Till tomorrow runs dry.
Bridge
And if my body slows its rhythm,
Then I’ll write with softer hands;
If my voice begins to tremble,
I will fold it into strands
Of memory and quiet wisdom
Age can be its own new key.
Let the young ones chase the thunder;
I’ll keep crafting symphonies.
Final Chorus
Where does the music go from here?
Everywhere it wants to steer.
Rock and jazz and strings and silence,
Late-life courage, ending fear.
If the world is out there listening
Or if no one stops to hear
I will still sing into tomorrow,
Make the moments reappear.
I will write until the final
Second leaves the open sky
I am eklektika forever,
Till the last note says goodbye.