Well, I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul

And every empty glass you see on the ground is just another written note

These days, I'm often asked where I find my thoughts

But I promise you don't wanna know

No matter what I think, I'll always be weaker than from the man I've grown

And I've learned that money don't blend well with fame

Just hope that these words help someone someday

I know it ain't perfect, but it's paving the way

And all I'm saying

This is music for the soul, hm

Oh, this is music for the soul

Well, I know this ain't the hope you were searching for, but I'll still whisper it low

This is for the broken man with a shaky hand all alone

Guess I'll spend the rest of my nights for the rest of my life on my own

And I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul

And I've learned that money don't blend well with fame

Just hope that these words help someone someday

And I know it ain't perfect, but it's paving the way

All I'm saying

This is music for the soul

Oh, this is music for the soul

Oh, Lord, this is music for the soul

So I guess I'll spend the rest of my nights for the rest of my life on my own

And I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul