THE ARCHITECT
I wake up with the silence of a symphony
That has yet to tune the strings
I am seated, I am still
I’m thinking ‘bout the movements
I’m running through the little things
My belt buckle, it plays on the triangle
My keychain plays the chimes
If I held the baton, you would never see me gone
But I can’t control the time
Are you the architect or the gardener of your life?
You’ve got to plant it or build it, trust it or will it
Each one will suffice
‘Cuz the view is great up high
But these apples sure taste nice
Which one will you try?
In the evening I am finding all the notes that I’ll play
I’m flat on the third, sharp on the seven
It’s gypsy jazz today
In this garden I would stay, leave the blueprint on the page
If I only knew the way
But I got a little music
Mmm, sweet music
And I know it feels quite right
I’ve got fingers, I’ve got strings, and a couple words to sing
I’ve got friends that play all night
Are you the architect or the gardener of your life?
You’ve got to plant it or build it, trust it or will it
Each one will suffice
‘Cuz the view is great up high
But these apples sure taste nice
Which one will you try?