Play your song piano man
Upon the pages you write your sonatas
All the while no one knows your name
Stuck inside the padded walls

Psychosis exchange amid the run
Everyone tries to call you name out loud
In silence you keep the secret
Entwined within your tight gripped cerebrum

Normal activity day by day
While others go about their own deeds
While you lay in wait for a curtain call
That may never come your way

Funny how our dull drum life comes to an end
When talk of you hits the companies’ water cooler
Everyone is posting it on the web of course
All saying they have offers to lend

To you it’s all you got
But to us it’s only a few days worth
Sad to think that in a few more days
No one will remember your name they sought

Play you song piano man
Upon the pages you write your sonatas
All the while no one knows your name
Stuck inside the padded walls

05/23/2005

Posted on 05/24/2005
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