(everything that we've been through). All I make is music for crying (gonna need some more tissues). Oh, like a river, they fall. Tell me why every song I write. Sounds so sad, sad, sad, yeah. I can't get my
marching music, this is monster music. Everybody get the * up, get to stomping to it. Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it. Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it. This is
waves of grain,. For purple mountain majesties. Above the enameled plain!. America! America!. God shed his grace on thee. Till souls wax fair as earth and air. And music-hearted sea! O beautiful for
. A touch and I feel complete. Music is my love you see, yeah Music gets the best of me. But guess who gets the rest of me. And there's no need for jealousy. Music gets the best of me Without the
Night time sharpens. Heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs imagination. Silently the senses. Abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write. For I compose the music of the
That's when the music takes me. Takes to a brighter day. That's when the music takes me. Helpin' me to find my way When the day is so long that I can't hold on. When I'm down and I think my hope
That's when the music takes me. Takes to a brighter day. That's when the music takes me. Helpin' me to find my way When the day is so long that I can't hold on. When I'm down and I think my hope