Follow the sound of my voice

Letra

Follow the sound of my voice
I’m right here, I’m right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears
I’m right here, I’m right here
There’s a red kite in a dead tree in the park
Like something straight out a French new-wave movie
There’s a mother with her toddler in her arms
Wondering how she’s gonna raise that baby
The doctors spelled out all their medical jargon
Aggressive retinal degeneration
She stares at that kite while their words ring in her head:
“I’m sorry ma’am, your son will never see again”
She points a finger at that kite stuck in that tree
She says baby come on baby can’t you see
See how high it is, how bright it is
How it shines against the sky
Can you see it if you try
But he says “I can’t see it”
“Darling,” she says
“Follow the sound of my voice
I’m right here, I’m right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears
I’m right here, I’m right here”
Now there’s an acne-covered teenage terror
Upstate New York’s blind piano prodigy
All the kids call him the next Ray Charles
And he plays in a band with his little brother
His brother guides him by the shoulder through these
Loud and crowded venues trying to
Steer that drunken ship through the night
And it hurts a little more each time he watches his big brother try
To find his own way
Up on that stage
He says “I can help you,
Let me help you–
Follow the sound of my voice
I’m right here, I’m right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears
I’m right here, I’m right here”
When I feel like I am stumbling in the dark
When I get lost inside this great big world
When I feel like I’m invisible, like nobody cares
You’re always there
Saying “I can see you,
I can see you–
Follow the sound of my voice
I’m right here, I’m right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears
I’m right here, I’m right here”
Right here

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