In the Evening

With a rhythm like the sounds of the first New moon and a lyric that's as sweet as The night's perfume, he sits with foot a-tapping. His old guitar the stars shine on Sounds like an accordion when he decides to play A lively French tune. But when he plays a Gaelic song, I swear I hear the bagpipes rolling on. Why, why can he see me hiding in the Evening? I wish he could hear me sing along with Him like this. La la la la la. La la la la. La la la la. La la la la. La la. La la la la. La la la. Watching him stops with a book and a pen. Burning in his eyes, he sees life's game. With music and symbols a-shining. Reaching out to touch the dawn. Waiting to break night's stifling yawn. What if he knew why I linger on? When he plays evening sounds, I hope I'll find What he has found. Why can't he see me? Hide, is he hearing I wish he could hear me sing along With him like this. La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la. La la la La la. La la la la la la la. Why Can't he see me? Why doesn't he need me? I wish he could hear me sing along with Him like this. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la. La la La la la