Listen to him playing the church all alone,
with a thousand people listening,
their love
for him is shown.
Each one thinks he plays for them and plays for them alone,
and each believes they know
his soul and want it for their own.
He doesn't know, he smiles and sings his songs,
stories from his past, songs of rights and
wrongs.
He hopes they like his music, he hopes they'll
strike a chord,
so carefully they're crafted as word leads on to word.
Each story has a meaning and it's written from the heart,
the songs are sung by others and the meanings torn apart.
It doesn't really matter for the listeners who are there,
for they'll take the songs away with them and cherish them with care.
He doesn't know, he smiles and sings his songs,
stories from his past,
songs of rights and wrongs.
He hopes they like his music,
he hopes they'll strike a chord,
so carefully they're crafted as word leads on to word.
He
will sing of lovers gone that will resonate within,
the soul of those whose hearts have felt the glory and the spin.
He'll try to catch the memories and hold them in your heart,
there's a needing to remember the whole,
not just the part.
He doesn't know, he smiles and sings his songs,
stories from his past,
songs of rights and wrongs.
He hopes they like his music,
he hopes they'll strike a chord,
so carefully they're crafted as word leads on to word.