This Is Not a Song

                                                                                                                             This is not a song, this is the meaning of your life
It’s the way your days feel in four-four time

It’s not just entertainment or candy for your ears
It is everything you live for, it’s the reason you are here

It’s the first love that you can’t forget, the child you used to be
The mother you don’t call enough, the summers you were free

It’s the nights of shameless passion and your wonder at the stars
This is not a song, this is your heart

It’s that lonely ache that wakes you in the middle of the night
It’s what drives you out the door each day, it’s the strength that makes you fight

It’s a tiny hand in yours, a couple kissing in the rain
It’s what you hope is in that letter, it’s that tear you can’t explain

It’s the breathless mystery you feel an hour before a storm
It’s the reason you still salute your grandpa’s uniform

It’s what they all will talk about the day you depart
This is not a song, this is your heart


Bridge:
You can’t go on pretending you don’t care about these things
And that you came in for an hour, killing time to hear me sing

You came here to remember why you live and who you are

This is not a song, this is your heart