From the recording Stories of Strangers
Lyrics
I play and I sing as well as I’m able
For barons and kings and the scraps from their table
Illustrations set in rhyme
The stories I’m told on the roads I must travel
I play and compose for opulent stages
Harmony flows from the ink on lined pages
Orchestration brought to life
When I am gone will my song linger on through the ages?
The day’s work is done and the dance hall is thriving
To the beat of the drum and the melodies entwining
Innovation every time
Straight from the soul in a moment inspiring
I am the voice
Of love and celebration
An idle dream
I am the noise
Of sorrow and frustration
A primal scream
I am the voice
That beckons on the radio
An idol dream
I hear the noise
That echoes through the stadium
A primal scream
I play and I sing and I hope you will tarry
For the cheer that I bring and the coin that you carry
Aspirations mulled in wine
On this quiet street corner
In this unquiet life