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He wore a song around his neck |
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Like some medal of honor |
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He carried his wisdom like a knife |
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An empty pocket was a temporary chain |
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Knowing you've got it coming |
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Ain't no crime |
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Every blue note that rolled off his tongue |
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You could feel his soul twisting right in two |
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Nobody knew where he came from |
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Ah but everybody knew, everybody knew |
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He was the real thing |
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No doubt about it |
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The kind that you remember when they're gone |
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The real thing |
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Put here for a reason |
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We knew someday the whole world |
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Was going to know his name |
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He was the real thing |
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She whispered in his ear, and he heard the thunder |
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Singing 'bout a world he never knew |
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Head spinning round, he began to wonder |
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Was he made to love her, or born to sing the blues |
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He searched inside him for an answer |
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But all he found was a troubled mind |
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He left her somewhere on the blue highway |
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Oh it wasn't just another love that he left behind |
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It was the real thing |
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No doubt about it |
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The kind that you remember when it's gone |
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The real thing |
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Not like passion's fire |
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But a burning, smoldering, eternal flame |
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It was the real thing |
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And sometimes at night he longs for her whisper |
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But he hides from the dawn, 'cause he always wakes to find her gone |
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In some broken down dressing room in some major city |
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The thunder plays an old familiar tune |
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He spies a face of a distant angel |
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Outside, beneath the halo moon |
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Finger on the trigger, needle in the vein |
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One more bullet, it might be your last ride |
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This is ain't no no-show, this ain't no nervous breakdown |
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And it sure as hell ain't the time to let the fool decide |
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This is the real thing |
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No doubt about it |
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Who cares if they love you and you're gone |
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This is the real thing |
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So you were put here for a reason |
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But what gives you the right to quit when you're tired |
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Anyway boy, this ain't no game |
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This is the real thing |
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He wore a song around his neck |
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Like some medal of honor |
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He carried his wisdom like a knife |
