George Donaldson - A Song for Harry Chapin lyrics

I got out of bed in a foggy day I drove my car on the motorway To the airport for a trans-Atlantic plane While checking in he was on my mind From another place, another time And he showed me how to dream in other ways The image that my mind could see Was his stories, and his charities And the pa**ion when I hear him sing his songs At times the details seemed absurd But he had me hanging on every word Of how the world to him was right or wrong He opened up my eyes to a new style of song Like a book or like a movie, and it lasted just as long I followed every word he'd say, his songs blew my mind away The world should hear his name and share his love The day that I discovered him I was singing and the lights were dim When a stranger came to me and said his name I swore that I would check to see With the money that he gave to me And now my life can never be the same ‘Cause, he opened up my eyes to a new style of song Like a book or like a movie, and it lasted just as long I followed every word he'd say, his songs blew my mind away The world should hear his name and share his love He was born in 1942, New York City, a place he knew so well He would sing his songs about folk he knew And he'd make you feel like you knew them too Like, you knew them too And he gave he a poor damn fool, such a better place to be Somewhere in his morning sunshine He would never let his dreams go by As he looked the world straight in the eye And you'd always find him in the same old way If you met him any time of day Any time of day And instead he gave some fool, such a better place to be Somewhere in his morning sunshine Ah, the cheating mayor will still deny The son who'd caught the daughter's eye And the baritone who took his shot Using all he'd save, and he'd lose a lot Give it all he got But somewhere in his heart He'd find that same old place Somewhere in his morning sunshine Sunshine It was on a Thursday, mid-July He got into his car to drive The gods had chose to throw his final dice He was off to Eisenhower Park To Place Meadow in New York The Long Island Express way took his life Harry took his final breath The world will live with Harry's d**h Still the genius of his work in songs unfurl He was a man who took his time on Earth Proving what his life was worth To find out what would happened to this world Now we're left with the stories of his life As he drives his taxi to the skies No more planes to catch, no bills to pay He was a troubadour from America A visionary who touched the stars Now his morning sunshine's gone away He took his morning sunshine away