Ooh ooh ooh ooh

He sits down to play

The stool has stayed the same

But he's outgrown this place

And the piano

When he plays the notes

A bit like Clair de Lune

Not quite like holding her close

But it's something

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

He was never great

The keys came to him late

Music lover capable of learning

And I wonder if he tried

And he'd kept the music by his side

if he'd grown up somewhere where individuality was encouraged

He'd have the courage

But all these things

Are consequential

You can't define a man by willing his potential oh

And he's doing fine

He'll be alright

He's passing time

By learning pieces

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh