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I see him there most ev'ry day, |
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A lonely man and his guitar. |
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In his eyes, |
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I see the pain, |
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All the faces and the places, |
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All the trouble that he'd seen. |
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There was a time, |
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There was a day, |
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They'd come from miles around. |
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They all knew his name. |
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But day's gone by are gone, |
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Now only memories remain. |
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Then he starts to play. |
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Suddenly the pain slowly fades away. |
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Tattered, torn and frayed, |
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There's a place within his heart |
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He'll always save for the song and emotion. |
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Know he's got to his dyin' day. |
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Song and emotion. |
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You can hear him play. |
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You can still hear him say, |
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Better run for cover 'cause it looks like rain again! |
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And now his life is but a shadow of his dreams. |
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The calm is over, been stormin' for years. |
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He turns and leans his shoulder to the wind. |
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Lost again! |
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All along, on his way to the top, |
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Somehow, somewhere, something was lost. |
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Through it all he knew his only friend was |
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Song and emotion. |
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Know he's got to his dyin' day. |
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Song and emotion. |
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Where are they now, where are those people who promised him his dreams? |
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Where are they now for this lonely creature on the streets? |
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Broken, humbled by the cold reality. |
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Life at the top ain't always what it seems. |
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Oh, better run for cover, 'cause it looks like rain again. |
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You best be careful of what you dream, |
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Of what you dream! |
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Song and emotion. |
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Song and emotion. |
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Song and emotion. |
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Song and emotion. |
