Some People Call It Music

no one knows
nobody gets the same old story
bent with some new goal
like somebody that you think you used to know
nobody knows, that’s allright, please don’t go, don’t say goodnight
i need you here
the price of love is magic, sometimes you lose your way
but your doing fine, myself i feel just like a pilgrim
but theres something in my way, i think i love you
but i just dont have the time
nobody knows, nobody knows
i have carried my love in my hands for so long, its all run through
now there’s so little left i can’t give it away but its strong for you
well some people call it music, and some people call it gold,
nobody knows, that’s allright, please don’t go, and say goodnight
i need you here
to sing to till my weary world turns gold