He's lost everything except for a song that he saved Long forgotten dreams slowly fading away Moon behind the clouds Night turns into day Early in the morning He could have been Ray Wylie, maybe even Hayes Instead of sleeping on the street he'd be singing on the stage Never lost the music He lost his way Early in the morning His heart beat and battered like an old kick drum His soul behind every guitar strum In a world where nobody knows how far you've come He rolls on like a long forgotten song He sounds like a freight train strumming his guitar Preaching to the angels louder than a choir Sings for a dollar The cars roll by Early in the morning His heart beat and battered like an old kick drum His soul behind every guitar strum In a world where nobody knows how far you've come He rolls on like a long forgotten song