It Only Takes a Song

I rode the wave up to a point

A stronger wind began to blow

And I got washed up somewhere like Ulysses

Now I’m here I’m well and dry

I’ve given up my bitter crying

But the sense of home, I’m still so wildly missing

It only takes a song

To go from hopeless to hero, and

I’ll be the voice that guides me

Through the hollow wind

I’ve seen much better ones survive

And all the others drop their arms

To find a sweeter life out there than bravery

And I’m still here, stuck in between

All I’ve lost and all I’ve seen

Tired and alive in all this glare

Ooh, it only takes a song

To go from trader to troubadour

I’ll be the voice I’m hearing

On the bitter shore

Pickin’ fruits I never tasted

If it don’t kill me it will change me...