It's turning out to be a lovely evening.
Oh yeah, I like it when it gets
all dark and mystic around 8 o'clock
It's magical and the world, the smells
and the sounds just fill you up.
Yeah, go ahead and breathe away,
Even though it seems likes sacrilege
to disturb this beautiful sanctuary.
I know looking up at the stars is good for you
you can feel the wholeness in the bottom of your soul.
You make our plans, yeah
and it seems that they're easily disrupted
by faces in your past and faces in the dark
You want to love and live to be loved
and you'd swim any ocean to get to it.
But your planning goes out the window completely
when you look up at this midnight sky.
Is it impossible for the sky to look like the way it does?
Cover your eyes, it can't be this beautiful,
Just stay with me here and lay here right here right now.
I suppose the only thing better than looking up at this
beautiful sky, is to hear your voice telling me
that everything is going to work out somehow.
Perhaps, maybe, if I had a chance,
these are words of the lost.
I watch these words move across the screen
like I see the notes crawl across the music
when I play this old and battered piano.
I can feel everything. I wish I could get it outside
just so I could play it in this living masterpiece.
If you let the sand slip through your fingers,
you'll never know what you might have had to begin with.
I hope you remember that, it'll serve you well someday.
I'll play this piano and sing out-loud and out of key.
Yes, it's turning out to be a lovely evening.
Yes indeed.