Lyrics Michael's Song - Nanci Griffith
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                light 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                freeway 
                                                says, 
                                                "It's 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                go"
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                wasting 
                                                my 
                                                time 
                                                counting 
                                                stains 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                barroom 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thinking 
                                                'bout 
                                                my 
                                                hometown 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                friends 
                                                I'll 
                                                leave 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mostly 
                                                'bout 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                who 
                                                writes 
                                                his 
                                                songs 
                                                with 
                                                smiling 
                                                rhymes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                holding 
                                                on 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                smoky 
                                                view 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                dreams 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                midnight 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Michael 
                                                counts 
                                                his 
                                                songs 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                of 
                                                wasted 
                                                miles
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                think 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                really 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                that 
                                                fantasy 
                                                in 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                back 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                his 
                                                tunes 
                                                of 
                                                butterflies 
                                                and 
                                                sunshine
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                only 
                                                one 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                he 
                                                kept 
                                                inside
 
                                    
                                
                                                About 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                he 
                                                crossed 
                                                the 
                                                line 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                    a 
                                                tear 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                his 
                                                eye
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                hide 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                pretty 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hope 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                shine 
                                                me 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                morrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                    I 
                                                learned 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                it 
                                                feels 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                sings 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                    a 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                soul 
                                                to 
                                                share 
                                                his 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                light 
                                                here 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                freeway, 
                                                well, 
                                                it's 
                                                turning 
                                                green 
                                                to 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                stains 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                barroom 
                                                floor, 
                                                ten 
                                                miles 
                                                back 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thinking 
                                                'bout 
                                                how 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                bar 
                                                brought 
                                                Michael 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                sing 
                                                his 
                                                blues 
                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                smiling 
                                                here 
                                                inside
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                    a 
                                                weary 
                                                soul 
                                                will 
                                                always 
                                                sing, 
                                                Michael's 
                                                smiling 
                                                rhymes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                hide 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                pretty 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hope 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                shine 
                                                me 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                morrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                    I 
                                                learned 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                it 
                                                feels 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                sings 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                    a 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                soul 
                                                to 
                                                share 
                                                his 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
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