If a song's sung in a forest...

Out here tonight on this lone highway
Recounting all the payments made
The miles, the trials and style parades
To the score of one hand clapping

Lost, disregarding the polar star
Such behavior seems bizzarre
To have one hand in the cookie jar
and the other genuflecting

We are not the same and will never be
From the things we hear, to the things we see
and even though we may not agree,
we’re all in this together.

These days it's mostly anecdotes
Yesterdays headlines, tomorrows quotes
Humming, Thumbing, Strumming notes
To the beat of distant drumming

The rhythm swells and becomes so loud
The tempos lost by the uber crowd
nameless and faceless like a shroud
The effect is oh so numbing

So to everyone who has ever played
Those rooms where you're more than underpaid
Don't lose your hope don't be dismayed
Somewhere there is someone listening.