Follow the sound of my voice I'm right here, I'm right here Follow the sound of my voice Dry your tears I'm right here, right here
There's a red kite in a dead tree in the park Like something straight out a French new-wave movie There's a mother with her toddler in her arms Wondering how she's gonna raise that baby The doctors spelled out all their medical jargon Aggressive retinal degeneration She stares at that kite while their words ring in her head "I'm sorry, ma'am, your son will never see again"
She points a finger at that kite stuck in that tree She says, "Baby, come on, baby, can't you see? See how high it is, how bright it is How it shines against the sky Can you see it if you try?"
But he says, "I can't see it" "Darling," she says
"Follow the sound of my voice I'm right here, I'm right here Follow the sound of my voice Dry your tears I'm right here, right here"
There's an acne-covered teenage terror Upstate New York's blind piano prodigy All the kids call him the next Ray Charles And he plays in a band with his little brother
His brother guides him by the shoulder Through these loud and crowded venues Tryna steer that drunken ship through the night And it hurts a little more each time He watches his big brother try To find his own way Up on that stage
He says, "I can help you Let me help you
Follow the sound of my voice I'm right here, I'm right here Follow the sound of my voice Dry your tears I'm right here, right here"
When I feel like I am stumbling in the dark When I get lost inside this great big world When I feel like I'm invisible, like nobody cares You're always there
Saying, "I can see you I can see you
Follow the sound of my voice I'm right here, I'm right here Follow the sound of my voice Dry your tears I'm right here, right here"
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