The Man

And there's a man, and he sits, and he plays subtle bits,

Of his life's melodies, and he sings to the trees,

"Oh God, your glorious highway, I thought you could take me,

to her, to my heart,

But you dropped me to ponder, on my doorstep again, no wonder, I can't get away from this heinous place."

 

And this town, it's unhappy, the street lights are jaded, and all the people seem cry

And this man, he believes in, people like you and me, and

I think we remind him of his songs that he sings

Because that girl that he's pining for, she's so far gone, love's unrestored

Let's make this town believe in beautiful things again

 

Because you, dear make me happy,

And happiness is so catching, we could fly through those trees

Where the man sits with his melodies,

And send him letters to show to the town, they can carry our smiles,

They can bring vibrance to gray