Piano Man
piano man, piano man
I use to be one who watched
the plucks of keys, would buckle my knees
every note would swell my heart
American dream, a lions team
you’d say to me in the dark
under the stars the world was ours
foreign words, I learned you taught
One Fall’s day you’d fade away
piano man, no more to me
the look in your eyes I most despised,
the sorrow taking feat
we danced no longer to the keys
I knew they were not real
the lure you set, had me contempt
silence, I did reel
piano man, oh piano man
the people use to watch
it was a play for your parents say
a heart they had not touched
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