Piano Man

He puts on his best suit as he looks in the mirror.
He wonders how tonight will go, it's always the same.
As he stands there and thinks his reflection gets clearer,
And he can almost hear them call his name.
But that's all just a dream, the fortune and fame.

He picks up his music and heads out the door.
As he enters the bar he wonders how his life turned out this way.
He'd always had dreams of so much more,
Still he keeps his wishes in hopes of someday
That crowds will be calling his name to play.

As he takes his seat upon his throne,
And glances around the half empty place.
He starts to play as his heart sinks like stone
Believing his talents are going to waste,
And knowing that no one will even remember his face.