The Songsmith

In a corner by the window of a small upstairs apartment
There’s a writer with his instrument in hand
He shuffles through some chords
Paces cross the dusty floor
And searches for a melody to bend
He reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration
From a child that he sees playing on the lawn
Begins to ply his trade
Reality begins to fade
He finds a place he feels where he belongs
Chorus:
And I don’t think Michael Angelo
could have painted any better
Picture that he painted in my mind
There lies the beauty of the song smith
Take you any place any time
Years and memories they fade
Stars are born and stars are made
The world forgets so easily
For we are mortal men
That’s why he struggles with his pen
To try and leave us something to believe
Still on and on and on we go in the ever changing flow
Evolving till darkness fills the sky
Whoever really knows why it goes the way it goes
Only those who dare to ask them why
Chorus:
And I don’t think Michael Angelo
could have painted any better
Picture that the old man sang to me
There lies the beauty of the song smith
Take you any place you wanna be
There’s a fire burning
In the darkened hallways of his mind
There’s a fire burning
He’s trying to find a reason for the rhyme
Chorus:
And I don’t think Michael Angelo
could have painted any better
Picture that he painted in my mind
There lies the beauty of the song smith
Take you any place any time