HEY THERE

I don’t know you, you don’t know me
There’s no penalty for that
But who you were or might still be
Is it ever coming back?
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there

I sit upon the street corner
A smile upon my face
To each passerby I say two words
As if I’m saying grace
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there

Some go to church, they pray to God
They listen hard to hear
Some simple words that never come
But I am always near
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there

I don’t exist, I’m a memory
A fantasy or less
From a time when people sang about
The things they might have missed
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there

Does it matter where the words come from?
From reality or dreams?
If I am lost or I am found
Or forever in between?
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there
Hey there, hey there, hey there, hey there
I sit upon a street corner

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

HEY THERE