The Songsmith Lyrics
| Song | The Songsmith |
| Artist | Bruce Guthro |
| Album | Guthro |
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| In a corner by the window of a small upstairs apartment | |
| There´s a writer with his instrument in hand | |
| He shuffles through some cords | |
| paces cross the dusty floor | |
| searches for a melody to bend | |
| He reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration | |
| from the child that he sees playing on the lawn | |
| he begins to ply his trade | |
| Reality begins to fade | |
| to find a place he feels where he belongs | |
| And I don´t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time | |
| Years and memories they fade | |
| Stars were born and stars were made | |
| The world forgets so easily | |
| Cause we are mortal men | |
| that´s why he struggles with his pen | |
| try and leave us something to believe | |
| Still on and on and on we go | |
| in the ever changing flow | |
| revolving ´till darkness fills the sky | |
| Whoever really knows why it goes the way it goes | |
| only those who dare to ask him why | |
| And I don´t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that the old man sang to me | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| takes you any place you want to be | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| in the darkening hallways of his mind | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| he is trying to find a reason for the rhyme | |
| And I don´t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| there the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time |
| In a corner by the window of a small upstairs apartment | |
| There s a writer with his instrument in hand | |
| He shuffles through some cords | |
| paces cross the dusty floor | |
| searches for a melody to bend | |
| He reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration | |
| from the child that he sees playing on the lawn | |
| he begins to ply his trade | |
| Reality begins to fade | |
| to find a place he feels where he belongs | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time | |
| Years and memories they fade | |
| Stars were born and stars were made | |
| The world forgets so easily | |
| Cause we are mortal men | |
| that s why he struggles with his pen | |
| try and leave us something to believe | |
| Still on and on and on we go | |
| in the ever changing flow | |
| revolving till darkness fills the sky | |
| Whoever really knows why it goes the way it goes | |
| only those who dare to ask him why | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that the old man sang to me | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| takes you any place you want to be | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| in the darkening hallways of his mind | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| he is trying to find a reason for the rhyme | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| there the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time |
| In a corner by the window of a small upstairs apartment | |
| There s a writer with his instrument in hand | |
| He shuffles through some cords | |
| paces cross the dusty floor | |
| searches for a melody to bend | |
| He reaches for a paper as he feels an inspiration | |
| from the child that he sees playing on the lawn | |
| he begins to ply his trade | |
| Reality begins to fade | |
| to find a place he feels where he belongs | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time | |
| Years and memories they fade | |
| Stars were born and stars were made | |
| The world forgets so easily | |
| Cause we are mortal men | |
| that s why he struggles with his pen | |
| try and leave us something to believe | |
| Still on and on and on we go | |
| in the ever changing flow | |
| revolving till darkness fills the sky | |
| Whoever really knows why it goes the way it goes | |
| only those who dare to ask him why | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that the old man sang to me | |
| There lies the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| takes you any place you want to be | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| in the darkening hallways of his mind | |
| There is a fire burning | |
| he is trying to find a reason for the rhyme | |
| And I don t think Michelangelo could have paint it any better | |
| Pictures that he painted in my mind | |
| there the beauty of the Songsmith | |
| take you any place and any time |
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