Piano Player

From a distant room came a lonely tune, hangs heavy in the air

Sounds of scene where often been of depression and despair

People laughing and joking, drinking and smoking, they are not aware

Of the guy or his song as the piano plays on, they don't really care

He's just paid to please them, he's a clown without a face

A sound to fill their silence, a soul that leaves no trace

Every happy song is drowned in, drowned in sorrow

Yet no one sees the tears in his eyes

His dreams are gone, no special song, no tomorrow

No chorus as his spirit slowly dies

In the hazy gloom of this living tomb, a stripper earns her pay

To lusty cheers and the drunken leers, the piano fades away

As she sheds her clothes in a vulgar pose, she strips him of all pride

Yet he plays on such a desperate song, feels a savage changing tide

Won't someone help me?

I just want to play my song

If only you would only listen

I'd be so happy if you all would sing along

I'd have the things that I've been missing

But very soon came the final tune, no worry turned to song

Just an empty stool and a stagehand's call, his weakness was too strong

So twisted and high while starting to fly, he saw the changing tide

And he followed its will, until all was still, the piano player died