©2016 H. Alexander Nichols
Don't ya feel sometimes
Like you're worn down
Like there's nothing left
For you in this town
When nothing's new
Or happening
The clouds are low
The birds don't sing
I'm just a voice
Inside you see?
Why are you listening
Anyway to me?
How do you know
If I am good or bad
Or if I'll lift you up
Or make you sad?
The choice to make
Is always made
Should I go or should I stay
But doing nothing
Yes it's so
You've given everything
Away to me
And I thought you should know...
Dancin' slow with me can only end one way
You can take the path you seek
Don't let me get in your way
Time now to take hold of today
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
On and on and on and on...
All the music that's inside of you
Don't ya feel sometimes
Like you're worn down
Like there's nothing left
For you in this town
When nothing's new
Or happening
The clouds are low
The birds don't sing
I'm just a voice
Inside you see?
Why are you listening
Anyway to me?
How do you know
If I am good or bad
Or if I'll lift you up
Or make you sad?
The choice to make
Is always made
Should I go or should I stay
But doing nothing
Yes it's so
You've given everything
Away to me
And I thought you should know...
Dancin' slow with me can only end one way
You can take the path you seek
Don't let me get in your way
Time now to take hold of today
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
On and on and on and on...
All the music that's inside of you
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