A writer like a blacksmith forging works of iron

The jagged edges tempered into

Solid scripts for hire

Solitary craftsman at his console

Merging audio discrete

An ever changing soundscape sets the stage

The twains shall meet

In a union strong

Just like a working stiff

He is a Songsmith

In a strange synthesis

"Restoration" announced

It's the new riffs that count

No mainstream bore playing 13/4

Break out of silence complete the curve

The Songsmith maintaining his avant garde nerve

Innovation his palette the urge and the test

Adrenalin flowing he can't even rest unless

Harmonic elements and special fx

Conform to all his whims an interpretive text

But he'd sing for the masses

If he just had the time

With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line

He is a Songsmith

Break out of silence complete the curve

The Songsmith maintaining his avant garde nerve

Innovation his palette the urge and the test

Adrenalin flowing he can't even rest unless

Harmonic elements and special effects

Conform to all his whims an interpretive text

And he'd sing for the media

If he had equal time

With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line

He is a Songsmith

It's not too late for the Songsmith

It's not too late for the Songsmith

It's not too late for the Songsmith

The curtain opens for creativity

Give a backseat role to conspiracy

Hear the signature and the melody

Of the author flow in polyphony

Will the writer last

Will his trade survive

In a world of commerce

Can he hope to thrive

If his final sequence is not contrived

Keep him honest now

Just to keep him alive

We need the Songsmith