Four Part Harmony

singing my song to the wind 

works my mind over again and again 

four part harmonies 

flying in each direction 

east, north, west and down  

now the piano is in the background 

the basement of my brain 

the guitar is gently trucking like a train

at each end of the bar 

the applause are all the same 

nothing but the sound of the wind and the rain 

now the strings are in the window

the attic of my dreams

and the organ’s always weeping with the breeze

four part harmonies

swirling in every direction 

east, west, north, and down

four part harmony 

won’t leave me alone 

and I’m dancing up the mountain 

but I’m sinking like a stone 

singing my song to the wind 

works my mind inside out again 

at each end of the bar 

the applause is all the same 

nothing but the sound of the wind and the rain