A Song is Born

Living in a studio apartment in Briarwood, Queens

Working on my music, going after my dreams

Didn't have much money, I was living day to day

Enough for food and rent and occasional matinee

I'd get up in the morning, take an early F train

Going to the city to make my daily wage

Then I'd take a walk in the park, if the weather was warm

Get some coffee and write until a song was born

I like to travel, it opens up my mind

I like to meet new people, hear about their lives

Never been too religious, but I have a lot of faith

Using my music to help me find my place

One night I was thinking, my thoughts traveled deep

Drinking so much coffee, I couldn't fall asleep

As I lie in bed that night, I began to pray

If anybody's out there, help me find my way

It was a stormy night, I was sitting alone in my room

An old piano, singing out of tune

Had a poem I wrote, I started to play a chord

Sat there all night long, until a song was born