A Man Is Not His Song

A man is not his song A song is a promise If a man is just his song Then can the song be beyond us? How we make it up And it sends in deep elation Eventually it'll let you down By believing in standing ovation Song won't lift up if Made by revenge so oboe sweet I will will it To add up to more than you or me Cuz a man is not his song And I'm not a story But I wanna sing along If he's singing it for me That filament that flies by And it brings yellow light Of those yellow summers back By coconut palm and snowy pine I've heard years pass Through my ears to hear otherwise We all believe in old melodies I carry tunes around like they carry me A man is not his song Though we all wanna sing along We've all heard those old melodies Like they're singing right to me More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed More than a melody's needed