Mae "Communication" |
I was born in �??82, a poor man�??s son When it came to hand-me-downs he only gave me one At first I was ungrateful, at once I was confused He said, �??music is the cup for you I pour It�??s all I really have, wish I could give you more But I have to catch my ride, son, I�??m off to a distant shore�?� You see my dad gave me the keys but I�??d have to show myself to the door Soon the words he left were too faint to hear And a path with no direction made it hard to steer My soul was dry and thirsty, my mind was so unclear While wandering around and searching there I came across a man I�??d seen before I swear And again I�??d see him too on a beach with the fading of the moon And he�??d say, �??Communication is calling you it�??s all in you. No hesitation, you�??ve got to see this through�?� I needed something to fill me up In my bag a gift from dad, my music cup Well, I should have looked here first in an attempt to quench the thirst The taste was like a melody With words to follow so expressively I was off to share my song and no, it wouldn�??t be too long �??til I was standing on the stage and the crowd would sing it back to me And we�??d say, �??Communication is calling us it�??s all in us, a celebration for you and me and the universe, our destination�?� (How we find the answers) When we search beyond ourselves you know we always listen (We become so clever) Let our walls crumble and burn away (Make a change forever) Can we lend a better hand than the one that we�??ve been dealt? Let the music be the way we get there And we sing, �??La la la la la la la la�?� I walked the beach that morning and I found my faithful friend Waiting there with words of wisdom and a fishing rod in hand I watched him and I listened so peculiar and so sweet Saying �??Love is all that we need and communication�?� I said, �??Communication is calling me and yes, it�??s all in me�?� The cup has served me well for fifteen years With music in my world I�??ve shed some fears And I�??ve tried to understand how to be a better man There is rhythm to my life that ebbs and flows And at times the inspiration comes and goes But whenever it arrives, well, I go down a take a dive Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |