studio musician

i am a studio musician

we've never met

but you know me well

i am the english horn

who plays the poignant counter-nine

upon the song you heard

while making love in some hotel

i am a part of you

i've never tried for fame

you'll never know my name

i am the strings that enter softly

or three guitars that glitter gold

i am the thousand trumpet lines

that were an afterthought

intended eyes

the way to get a dying record sold

i never ride the road

i never play around

i played what they set down

i'm a working musician

living from week to week

i'm the voice through each empty men

tried to speak

a studio musician

blowin' the chance i see

and when the woodwind coushin rises

i start to dream

with the low brass bed

but i awake the horns

the drummer calls to me

we're up the letter d

i'm a man of the moment

pop is my stock n' trade

singles

jingles and demos

conventently made

a studio musician

whose music will die unplayed

a studio musician

whose music could have died unplayed