What makes one day unlike another?
Along our way the winds of change begin to blow
they scatter what we know like pages of our scripted play
blown away
I took a flight down to Atlanta
Another day of travel, of sharing space with strangers
seldom re-arranges the way I know the world to be
from what I see
I saw you and you saw me
How music passed between us is a mystery
But there was a connection and it took me by surprise
a look of understanding in your eyes
I saw you and you saw me
what makes a little song become a symphony?
One heart finds its melody, another sings along
and all the walls between us are as fragile as a song
It's not the notes you play it's the ones left out
Not the words you say that speak what you're about
spill the insides out, and give the world a chance to share
the magic there
And so I reach for my guitar
And with my ape-like fingers commence to strum along
attempt to find a song, express the things that came my way
on that day
I saw you and you saw me
how music passed between us is a mystery
But there was a connection and it took me by surprise
a look of understanding in your eyes
I touched you and you touched me
what made our little song become a symphony?
One heart finds its melody, another sings along
and all the walls between us are as fragile as a song.
