From the recording Stories
Noises surround me. A man curses out loud
He yells at the train, folks going insane
I need a break from this crowd
Brakes begin screeching, my head is in pain
It all aggravates, it all irritates, it all sounds the same
One voice rings out; one voice sings it’s alright
One voice was singing out so loud
to a Monday night bustling subway crowd
He was singing to everyone yet to no one at all
Open ears all around; checking their cell phones and looking down.
Closing their wallets and closing their hearts to his call
He was singing to everyone yet to no one at all.
I think of my father. How he was my light,
Well, light can grow dim and things come to an end
and fade with the night.
Now I stand here waiting, for new light to shine
Life took a turn that my heart couldn’t learn and fate was unkind
But one voice rings out; one voice sings it’s alright