I've been finding comfort in the works of great masters Sing 'hallelujah' or sketch Mona Lisa's But all of the beauty that humans created Is wasted on the happy and ignored by the haters So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me A lyric and melody The sound of my voice echoed back at me Simplicity's stare is the hardest to hold And I wont be a product, because products get old So I'll play my guitar or I'll rattle my drums Until all this is useful for something or someone So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me A lyric and melody The sound of my voice echoed back at me There's a flood in the way But I'll swim across it Though Hemmingway shot himself just to be rid of it Music with meaning is not worth the worry To big corporations that use art as a quarry They sit on their wallets and they rattle their jewelry While the kids in the cheap seats are straining for hearing And all art is immoral and all fashion so ugly It has to change every season so it doesn't get boring But one simple song, if delivered with feeling Could get you and your family through ten thousand seasons So write me a song I can sing when the tempest is chasing me A lyric and melody The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me Echoed back to me The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me The sound of my thoughts echoed back to me