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