I was on the urban clearway, sending him the road he came
Maybe he'll be someone someday, everyone will know his name
Even if he learns the hard way, maybe it'll take some time
Everywhere you've played is worth it when you've made the climb
People in a smoky bar room, listen to the words he sings
Wonder where the songs all come from, finger-picking weary strings
Gone and set his life to music, found a reason for the rhyme
Waiting for the break of the day, he's gonna make the climb
When will you lift your eyes?
Burning skies are promising the dawn
Forget the part you played
In the masquerade
And maybe a song will help you go on
Met him at a late night party, heard him in the concert hall
Saw him in a transport café, bought him at the record store
Read him in the music papers, played him for the thousandth time
And that's it, I've met and caught him again
Everybody said that finally he'd made the climb.
Somewhere on the urban clearway, someone sings his favorite song.
Guitar in a battered heart case, thumbing as he walks along.
Thanking him for inspiration, trying to complete the mind.
Walking in a dream and he doesn't seem to see the climb.
When will you lift your eyes?
Burning skies are promising the dawn.
Forget the part you played.
In the mind.
Masquerade.
And maybe a song will help you go on.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.