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.