When It Is Played
It’s not the tune that makes the man
Nor the words writ from his hand
But when he shakes from fear and loss
They both come crawling out of him
He will not choose the form it takes
Only its hours and its days
And then it rises from the sand
It is brought forth by no mistake
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So let it move about, let it howl and shout
Without hindering or stepping in its way
When at last it is done
You will know it by the sound of the silence in the room when it is played
Now Jacob Christopher you’ve run
From every song under the sun
By heeding words spoken o’er mine
I will not listen when you strum
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Now Jacob Christopher you’ve run
From every song under the sun
By heeding words spoken o’er mine
I will not listen when you strum
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