Bruce Guthro - The Songsmith lyrics

In a corner by the window of a small upstairs apartment There´s a writer with his instrument in hand He shuffles through some chords 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 painted 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 painted any better Pictures that the old man sang to me There lies the beauty of the Songsmith take 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 painted any better Pictures that he painted in my mind There lies the beauty of the Songsmith take you any place and any time