The note on the piano read,

That the dreamer had no bed,

Poor country artist,

Walking around in the canvas of a rich city,

For him mercy had no pity,

A perpetual journey he lead,

And that’s what,

The note on the piano read,

That the dreamer had no bed,

Poor country artist,

Walking around in the canvas of a rich city,

For him mercy had no pity,

A perpetual journey he lead,

And that’s what the note…