Lyrics

There’s a quiet whisper wanderin’
Just blown’ through this town
And someone’s ears are burnin’
From echoes that come back around

And no one seems to notice
Though he tries the best he can
He poured his heart into all his art
But no one gave a dam

But when the damn breaks
And the river does flood
Then maybe one day
They’ll look down from above
And see all that he’s made
Out of where he was from
And all that it took
To do all that he’d done

And one day maybe then
They’ll look back on the wayback when
And realize that he’s always been
Doing this all just for them


no one ever seemed to notice

So he locked himself alone in his house
And time became the distance
That he took time to figure himself out
and no one ever stopped to listen

To all of the music he made
And when he tried to show them
All they heard back is what they think


He’s been sending postcards
to a town upon a hill
And calls to his mother
so she knows that he’s alive still


And someday maybe when
They look back on how he was back then
And see that the crazy kid is doing it again
They’ll see something that was always for them

He’s asking you to play along
He’s written you all of the songs
Strike up the band this is your call to arms
Let’s see what we could have heard all along