"Billy, Billy, we just had a baby"

In my life the piano sings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

Fiery rain and Ruby´s cooling sun
Now I see that my world has only begun

Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings

When I´m feeling high, or I´m feeling low, or there is no change
Somehow days keep melting into the night

And there´s always high on the cosmic range
I am always high, I am always low, there is always change

Hear the strings are bending in harmony
Not so far from breaking on the cosmic range