Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you.
But I believe in music, the way that some people believe in fairy tales.
I like to imagine, what I hear came from my mother and father.
Maybe the notes I hear, are the same as they heard, the night they met.
Maybe that how they found each other, maybe that's how they'll find me.
I believe that once a upon a time, long ago, they heard the music and followed it.