Music Was the Thread
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
Born into a drug house, no clean clothes, nobody home
Went to school anyway
When he sang he was never alone, never alone
Each and everyday
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
He learned to do laundry, find food in a dumpster sometimes
Wake himself and get to class
And let the music feed his soul, feed his soul
Had to grow up lightning fast
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
He says, it's my freedom
It's my road
It's my joy
It's my soul
It's my freedom
It's my road
It's my joy
It's my soul
Now he's ready to leave, friends in jail, parents dead
The fence he walks is coated with ice
But the song tells him where to step, how to step
I believe he's gonna be alright
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music, it keeps him here
It was music
It was music
It was music
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
Born into a drug house, no clean clothes, nobody home
Went to school anyway
When he sang he was never alone, never alone
Each and everyday
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
He learned to do laundry, find food in a dumpster sometimes
Wake himself and get to class
And let the music feed his soul, feed his soul
Had to grow up lightning fast
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music kept keeping him here
Music keeps him here
He says, it's my freedom
It's my road
It's my joy
It's my soul
It's my freedom
It's my road
It's my joy
It's my soul
Now he's ready to leave, friends in jail, parents dead
The fence he walks is coated with ice
But the song tells him where to step, how to step
I believe he's gonna be alright
Music was the thread keeping him here
Music was the call when the cupboards were bare
Music was all to beat back the fear
Music, it keeps him here
It was music
It was music
It was music
Credits
Writer(s): Caryn Mirriam-goldberg, Kelley Hunt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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