In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings Fiery rain and ruby's cooling sun Now I see that my world has only begun Notes that roll on winds with swirling winds Brings me words that are not the strength of strings (when Im feeling high, or Im feeling low, or there is no change Somehow days keep melting into the night And there's always high on the cosmic range I am always high, I am always low, there is always change Hear the strings are bending in harmony Not so far from breaking on the cosmic range)