I go into a bar on a Sunday night, sign up after a man I see singing
on a street corner, and I look into the window to catch my reflection,
like it matters if my hair is up or down.
He sings as loud as he can tonight, and I, I can hardly understand
him. Yes he sings as loud as he can tonight, and I, I can hardly
understand him.
He is stomping one foot and it's muffled in the microphone, I look to
see if anyone is listening. When I get up someone turns and I hear
them say, well she's got a voice on her, and it's easy when everyone
is listening.
He sings as loud as he can tonight, and I, I can hardly understand
him. Yes he sings as loud as he can tonight, oh and I, I can hardly
understand him.
He gives me a light without my even asking and says, you sounded
beautiful tonight. I have learned to be wary of a poor man's advance,
but there's something in the air that's telling it's OK to smile and
say,
You sang as loud as you could tonight, and I could hardly understand
you. Yes you sang as loud as you could tonight, I guess I didn't
understand you.
Well I never got the answer I was looking for, it's just the only way
to make sense of his day. And it's the voice of the voiceless calling
to me tonight. Yes it's the voice of the voiceless calling me out.