In my life the piano sings 
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings 
 
Firey rain [bad word] cooling in the sun 
Now I see that my world has only begun 
 
Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings 
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings 

When I`m feeling high or I`m feeling low 
Or there is no change 

Somehow days keep melting into the night 
And there`s always light on the cosmic range 

I am always high I am always low 
There is always change 
 
Hear the strings are bending in harmony 
Not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range