The Musical

How did it get started?
That’s a long train of thought
Many different frames of mind
Would have played in the musical

Alone in a field, I wonder
How it is explained that
A person comes into the field of
Making sound and putting it together

Jumping in the void,
Guess that’s how it made me feel
When the mouth would open up
And project the sound that’s buzzing

Deep within my chest,
Is it my heart that makes the song?
When the breath wants to come out and the note begins
I start to feel much better

And like the tumbling creek,
Something makes the song go one
And they’re people that dissect
And they’re people who are indifferent

We’ve sung out all the ages,
Our sadness and our rage
I can hear the mountains singing
And I do believe they could do that forever

And some will be just like The Tenors
And put on their suits and go on

It was just a wild wail,
But someone had to make a map
And it might have been a walk or
I’m remembering me dreaming

Whatever is the case,
Something put me on the trail
Or I saw it on a wall, or maybe there’s a page
That talks about The Tenors

Then you're in a group
Or you’re solo on the stage
Is your audience the trees or
Do you crave to be a professional?

One thing I’d like to know is
Does it always feel the same
To be in the grass and singing
Or to put on suits and be just like The Tenors?

And some will be just like The Tenors
And put on their suits and go on

Do you know how it feels and not what it means, this song?
You ever feel a thing and know that’s how you felt about it all along?

And some will be just like The Tenors
And put on their suits and go on

Do you know how it feels and not what it means, this song?
You ever feel a thing and know that’s how you felt about it all along?

How did it get started?
That’s a long train of thought
Many different frames of mind
Would have played in the musical

Alone in a field, I wonder
How it is explained that a person
Comes into the field of
Making sounds and putting them together

Jumping in the void,
Guess that’s how it made me feel
When the mouth would open up
And project the sound that’s buzzing

Deep from in my chest,
Is it my heart that makes the song?
When the breath wants to come out and the note begins,
I start to feel much better