When The Music Comes Alive

Inside the piano there's a good vibration.
I'm not really sure where it's from.
Playing in the band is a sweet sensation.
The feelings will naturally come.

It was like a river glorious.
Like blood rushing to my head.
I took in the sounds of the forest.
I listened to what the man said.

When dawn turns the night into day.
You're tired and you've lost the way.
Look down to the valley below.
Hear the sound of the music grow.
It comes from within the heart.
Every sad harmony part.
Then it shifts into overdrive.
When the music comes alive.

I took what I heard and I wrote it all down.
I remembered what I had learned.
He robbed that king of his golden crown.
And the forest was totally burned.

I took my music from mines of Kentucky.
To the California coast.
I made it there safely, I guess I was lucky.
Coming back to the place I loved most.

When dawn turns the night into day.
You're tired and you've lost the way.
Look down to the valley below.
Hear the sound of the music grow.
It comes from within the heart.
Every sad harmony part.
Then it shifts into overdrive.
When the music comes alive.

I thought I heard a sweet bluebird singing.

A tale that was full of despair.

In the rain a distant bell was ringing.

The cold, iron sound was everywhere.

The freight train rolls across the countryside.

As the eagle begins to take flight.

I'm leaving Texas on the Fourth of July.

And the music will soar to new heights.

When dawn turns the night into day.
You're tired and you've lost the way.
Look down to the valley below.
Hear the sound of the music grow.
It comes from within the heart.
Every sad harmony part.
Then it shifts into overdrive.
When the music comes alive.