Look to Your Heart (Reprise)

Picture him at 17

Go on, try

Looks that could rival James Dean

Girls would cry

Played sax, great dancer

And what a romancer!

But I saw something more there from the start

That boy had heart

God, he had heart

Dad played the saxophone? Really?

Think that he didn't think big?

Sure he did

Draggin' that horn to each gig

Bright-eyed kid

That dream, he chased it, so close he could taste it

And every note he played, a work of art

Straight from his heart

Boy, he had heart

Ask me what happened, but really, it wasn't dramatic

You came along and were kind of a sort of surprise

Somehow the sax ended up in a box in the attic

I'll tell you the reason

One look in your eyes

Each day he gets on the bus

No one cheers

Know why he does it?

For us

All these years

Sure, he's tough

You can't budge him

But don't you dare judge him

Unless you judge him by his greatest part

Look to his heart

Then look to your heart