He’s lost everything except for a song that he saved
Long forgotten dreams slowly fading away
Moon behind the clouds
Night turns into day
Early in the morning
He could have been Ray Wylie, maybe even Hayes
Instead of sleeping on the street he’d be singing on the stage
Never lost the music
He lost his way
Early in the morning
His heart beat and battered like an old kick drum
His soul behind every guitar strum
In a world where nobody knows how far you’ve come
He rolls on like a long forgotten song
He sounds like a freight train strumming his guitar
Preaching to the angels louder than a choir
Sings for a dollar
The cars roll by
Early in the morning
His heart beat and battered like an old kick drum
His soul behind every guitar strum
In a world where nobody knows how far you’ve come
He rolls on like a long forgotten song