The Happiest Guy doesn’t even know why he sings his song
To what he didn’t know back then, the what and why, the how and when, he said, “So long”
It could be he has less than you, both dollars and IQ
But whether dollars bring you rain or dollars bring you gain, it’s just a song
Don’t let him know he doesn’t sing the best, in terms of style he’s strangely out of fashion
Don’t stop the show, even though the world he knows has slipped away along with our passion
The Happiest Guy doesn’t even know where to call his home
It was here and it was there, now he seeks it everywhere alone
He can’t recall the hearts he broke, least of all his own
Because in matters of the heart what matters is the start, you know
Don’t let him know that music is the hardest thing to keep alive when nothing is missing
Don’t let him know that music is the lonely art of a broken heart searching for meaning
The Happiest Guy
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
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