Tell me where you've been to Nowhere that you shouldn't do Tell me what you're good for I can tell you something too Where have you been staying? Tell me what you're playing Hope it's not my conscience But it keeps complaining
You left behind a summer When you were ten You played a tune That carried across The wild winds You played a melody That cut through the silence You did all this With your bare hands And shaking fingers.
The rain came soon after And you never played again With the passage of time The melodies would fade And when you meet them They wouldn't recognize you They never saw your face Or your soul.
All they remember Is a tune A stranger played A tune that Cut through the silence That is all They needed to know Because that was enough.