Silent Singer

 

The microphone shakes in his hand
Finding the legs to his stand
Five thousand faces with nothing but traces of
Won't you soothe my soul for a while

The tips of his fingers grow moist as he lingers
Waiting for the smoky red light
Closes his eyes as he finds a disguise
He can be anyone tonight

So play on my friend, play on
Show them the world that you've drawn
At the end of the day, the crowd's walking away
I know they'll be singing your song.
I know they'll be singing your song.

The sweat on his brow, it starts trickeling down
Staining his heavy guitar
And his butterflies wild, cause he feels like a child
Watching this show from afar

And the silence presses on, though the verse of his song
Screamed loud when it fell from the pen
And his vision is blurred, like the thought of his words
The clock stretches out to the ten

So play on my friend, play on
Show them the world that you've drawn
At the end of the day, the crowd's walking away
I know they'll be singing your song.
I know they'll be singing your song.

The silent singer suffers without notice
Straining his voice on words that never came
And the silent ones smile, they all know this
Cause they're the ones that hate to play the game

But his voice it rose up from his shoulders
And the eyes smiled wide from below
Rang out like an army of soliders
They knew he could put on a show

So play on my friend, play on
Show them the world that you've drawn
At the end of the day, the crowd's walking away
I know they'll be singing your song.
I know they'll be singing your song.

Play on my friend, play on
Show them the world that you've drawn
At the end of the day, the crowd's walking away
I know they'll be singing your song.
I know they'll be singing your song.
I know they'll be singing your song.