"Songwriter"

Songwriter and an unfinished song about real love
A song of love as magic, but madness is all he dreams of
Holds it in the palm of his hand
Deserves a kiss of life
His creation they'd never understand
Or give a damn

The years roll on and on and his song is never realized
He looked for truth in beauty but all he found there were lies
See it in the sadness in his eyes
Count the tears that fall
Standing with his back against the wall
They'll watch him crawl

Songwriter, tonight he wrote his final melody
A sweet surrender, he held it up for all the world to see
They crushed it in the palms of their hands
They threw it to the wind
Just another remnant of a crazy man
Who gave a damn