My train just passed So as I wait for another (uh), This is the rhyme that I uttered: See, it’s more than having the world in my hands It’s like the galaxy is spread across the keys of this baby grand So as we expand together for better or worse I create music for the un-i-verse Seems like a blessing, but it’s also a curse When I’m deep in depression that’s the time that it works My best material is written when everything’s pi-vo-tal Each thought is cri-ti-cal It’s like the tears from my eyes Rains on the pain and becomes a lubrication for the thoughts in my brain