Caravan
Piano Player
From a distant room came a lonely tune, hangs heavy in the airSounds of scene where often been of depression and despairPeople laughing and joking, drinking and smoking, they are not awareOf the guy or his song as the piano plays on, they don't really careHe's just paid to please them, he's a clown without a faceA sound to fill their silence, a soul that leaves no traceEvery happy song is drowned in, drowned in sorrowYet no one sees the tears in his eyesHis dreams are gone, no special song, no tomorrowNo chorus as his spirit slowly diesIn the hazy gloom of this living tomb, a stripper earns her payTo lusty cheers and the drunken leers, the piano fades awayAs she sheds her clothes in a vulgar pose, she strips him of all prideYet he plays on such a desperate song, feels a savage changing tideWon't someone help me?I just want to play my songIf only you would only listenI'd be so happy if you all would sing alongI'd have the things that I've been missingBut very soon came the final tune, no worry turned to songJust an empty stool and a stagehand's call, his weakness was too strongSo twisted and high while starting to fly, he saw the changing tideAnd he followed its will, until all was still, the piano player died
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