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An only childAlone and wildA cabinet maker's sonHis hands were meantFor different workAnd his heart was knownTo none --He left his homeAnd went his loneAnd solitary wayAnd he gave to meA gift I know I neverCan repayA quiet man of musicDenied a simpler fateHe tried to be a soldier onceBut his music wouldn't waitHe earned his loveThrough disciplineA thundering, velvet handHis gentle means of sculpting soulsTook me years to understand.The leader of the band is tiredAnd his eyes are growing oldSongtexteBut his blood runs throughMy instrumentAnd his song is in my soul --My life has been a poor attemptTo imitate the manI'm just a living legacyTo the leader of the band.My brothers' lives wereDifferentFor they heard another callOne went to ChicagoAnd the other to St. PaulAnd I'm in ColoradoWhen I'm not in some hotelLiving out this life I've choseAnd come to know so well.I thank you for the musicAnd your stories of the roadI thank you for the freedomWhen it came my time to go --I thank you for the kindnessAnd the times when you got toughAnd, pap, I don't think ISaid 'I love you' near enough --The leader of the band is tiredAnd his eyes are growing oldBut his blood runs throughMy instrumentAnd his song is in my soul --My life has been a poor attemptTo imitate the manI'm just a living legacyTo the leader of the bandI am the living legacyTo the leader of the band. Aus Songtexte Mania