Barry Manilow - Studio Musician Lyrics
I am a studio musicianWe've never metBut you know me wellI am the English hornWho plays the poignant counter-nineUpon the song you heardWhile making love in some hotelI am a part of youI've never tried for fameYou'll never know my nameI am the strings that enter softlyOr three guitars that glitter goldI am the thousand trumpet linesThat were an afterthoughtIntended eyes,the way to get a dying record soldI never ride the roadI never play aroundI played what they set downI'm a working musicianliving from week to weekI'm the voice through each empty mentried to speakA studio musicianBlowin' the chance I seeAnd when the woodwind coushin risesI start to dreamWith the low brass bedBut I awake the hornsThe drummer calls to meWe're up the letter DI'm a man of the momentpop is my stock n' tradeSingles, jingles and demosconventently madeA studio musicianWhose music will die unplayedA studio musicianWhose music could have died unplayed