The Birth of Jimmy McCain

So on the radio
The drive home from the hospital Elton John crooning about something The baby whining along
I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you
So on the dunces chair He sits quiet and unaware He's on his own again Writing songs in his head
I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you
So in his brother's room
He takes the guitar case from under the bed
He steals his wallet for good measure
Takes the next bus downtown
Flashes his fake ID and shines his dim face in the crowd
And as he looks upon the stage
The guitarist holds his holy grail, or so it seems to him He projects himself onto the dusty platform
Where everybody would say
I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you I am listening to you



Credits
Writer(s): Lucca Burgess
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