Love of a Musician

A man of words where I had few
he sang a song my heart beat to
with a glint of memories passing by
in the freflection of neon in his eye

in this tiny town strangers pass through
this tiny bar every soul I knew
the stools were worn and the carpet gray
old men come to drink life away

This soul in the corner, guitar in callused hands
and a loging deep within me to know this man
the secrets of his smile and the story in his song
a wish to walk away with him, though my mind knew it was wrong

the heart of a musician is never free to give
and the love of a musician never lasts enough to live

a drink and a smoke and a tear in my eye
the love in his song would do to get me by