The Musical

How did it get started? That's a long train of thought Many different frames of mind would have played in the musical Alone in a field I wonder how it is explained That a person comes into the field of making sound and putting it together Jumping in the void, guess that's how it made me feel When the mouth would open up and project the sound that's buzzing Deep within my chest, is it my heart that makes the song? When the breath wants to come out, and the note begins, I start to feel much better And like the tumbling creeks, something makes the song go on And they're people that dissect, and they're people who are indifferent We've sung out all the ages, our sadness and our rage I can hear the mountains singing, and I do believe they could do that forever And some will be just like the tenors And put on their suits and go on It was just a wild wail, but someone had to make a map Then it might have been a walk or I'm remembering me dreaming Whatever is the case, something put me on the trail Or I saw it on a wall, or maybe there's a page that talks about the tenors Then you're in a group, or you're solo on the stage Is your audience the trees, or do you crave to be professional? One thing I'd like to know is does it always feel the same To be in the grass and singing or to put on suits and be just like the tenors And some will be just like the tenors And put on their suits and go on Do you know how it feels, and not what it means, this song? You ever felt a thing and known that's how you felt about it all along? And some will be just like the tenors And put on their suits and go on Do you know how it feels, and not what it means, this song? You ever feel a thing and know that's how you felt about it all along? How did it get started? That's a long train of thought Many different frames of mind have played in the musical Alone in a field I wonder how it is explained That a person comes into the field of making sounds and putting them together Jumping in the void, guess that's how it made me feel When the mouth would open up and project the sound that's buzzing Deep within my chest, is it my heart that makes the song? When the breath wants to come up, and the note begins, I start to feel much better