Follow the Sound of My Voice
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
Right here
There's a red kite in a dead tree in the park
Like something straight out of French new-wave movies
There's a mother with a toddler in her arms
Wondering how she's gonna raise that baby
The doctor spilled out all the medical jargon
Aggressive retina degeneration
She stares at that kite while their words rings in her head
"I'm sorry, ma'am, your son will never see again"
She points her finger at that kite stuck in that tree
She says, "Baby, c'mon, 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
Right here
There's an acne-covered teenage terror
Upstate New York 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 tries
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
Right here
When I feel like I am stumbling in the dark
And 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
Right here
Right here
