He stares at the city lights
He knows he's alone tonight
Out there he must make a stand
A promise to spread across the land
And if he falls short, he knows his heart can't take the pain
But if he comes close enough to touch the light, the song remains
The music man, The Musicman
The music man, The Musicman
Has it really been said before
If not, I will open the door
Who writes the songs anyway
Is it Billy or Paul... Alexia Ray
If I had my way I'd send you all the love in me, yeah
Within the four walls of my life, am I to see who holds the key
From the music man, The Musicman
The music man, The Musicman
He hears what you're saying: It's in the "feel", not the beat
So, why don't they change it? Who knows how long before we delete
So, this is the story line that started out well defined
Music is a Soul-Searching ring
But the song always remains the same
If I had my way I'd sing you all the love inside
All you have to do is think about what I've sacrificed, I cannot hide
From the music man, the Musicman
The Musicman