Piano Man...

On the corner of 5th street behind Tony's garage.Sits a filthy old bar called
One For the Road. Cracks in the windows, curtains all drawn, not your uptown type
of bar.

A young man sits at the old piano,
clenching his fists, waiting to play
Waiting for a new song to start up his day.

He begins to play in his usual way,
his magical fingers danced across the keys
Each note filled the room just like a
soft gentle breeze, he played an original
song

He plays day and night til the last ray of light
Even if no one can hear, he plays without
anger or fear his fingers glide over the keys.

Then one day a man walked in and listened
to every note. They talked some that day, shook his hand, heard him play and then he asked him to play for some of his friends
from the rich upper West End.

The night soon arrived, it was his time
to shine and play for all of these men.
Try to amaze all of them.
After 20 years of perfecting his trade
He smiled at the impression he made.

That was over ten years ago, his fingers
still play just like that first day when that
stranger walked in. Now he still thrills
them all playing at Carnegie Hall.

He's made lots of friends on the upper
West End, this young man from the
poor side of town. The songs that he
writes fill the hall every night,
the young man at the old piano.