One day at dawn, Charlie packed his bag
Found a big city man with a big fancy car
And sang his song, a beautiful piece

It was song for the world to hear

Each strum so strong it left a callous
Bearing him down and pushing him on
A hardened piece of him, like the lyrics had been

But the big city man said,

"You're not quite what I'm looking for"

So Charlie shook his hand firmly,
And the big city man drove away in his big fancy car

When he was just around the corner,
Charlie screamed and he cried and drank ‘til he was numb
That was the last song he would write for the world to hear

He learned early on that no one would listen,
And so his most prized piece,
was the song he wrote for no one
he sang it and he wept