Lyrics

[classic simple soul, choppy 50’s jazz guitar and choppy rhythm]

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

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

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

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


but no one ever seemed to notice

[new verse]
So he locked himself inside his house
And time became the distance
That he took time to figure himself out
But no one ever stopped to listen
To all of the music coming out

[quick musical section]

He was always sending postcards
to a little town upon a hill
And making calls to his mother
to let her know that he’s alive still 

And someday maybe when
They look back on way back then
They’ll see that the crazy kid is doing it again
Yeah, the crazy kid is doin’ it again…
That crazy kid, is doing it again…
One day they’ll remember…
it has always been for them