A Fickle Thing
Music is a fickle thing
You can never hold it
All you can do is listen
It never stays
It always leaves
You hear it when you want and when you don’t
Like I said it is a fickle thing
If you could hold music
Would it flow away in the wind
Would it melt like ice cream on a hot day
Or dry up like a lake
Well you may never know
But you can always dream
You can never hold it
All you can do is listen
It never stays
It always leaves
You hear it when you want and when you don’t
Like I said it is a fickle thing
If you could hold music
Would it flow away in the wind
Would it melt like ice cream on a hot day
Or dry up like a lake
Well you may never know
But you can always dream