Mae
Communication

I was born in â??82, a poor manâ??s son
When it came to hand-me-downs he only gave me one
At first I was ungrateful, at once I was confused
He said, â??music is the cup for you I pour
Itâ??s all I really have, wish I could give you more
But I have to catch my ride, son, Iâ??m off to a distant shoreâ?
You see my dad gave me the keys but Iâ??d have to show myself to the door

Soon the words he left were too faint to hear
And a path with no direction made it hard to steer
My soul was dry and thirsty, my mind was so unclear
While wandering around and searching there
I came across a man Iâ??d seen before I swear
And again Iâ??d see him too on a beach with the fading of the moon

And heâ??d say,
â??Communication is calling you itâ??s all in you.
No hesitation, youâ??ve got to see this throughâ?

I needed something to fill me up
In my bag a gift from dad, my music cup
Well, I should have looked here first in an attempt to quench the thirst
The taste was like a melody
With words to follow so expressively
I was off to share my song and no, it wouldnâ??t be too long
â??til I was standing on the stage and the crowd would sing it back to me

And weâ??d say,
â??Communication is calling us itâ??s all in us,
a celebration for you and me and the universe, our destination�

(How we find the answers)
When we search beyond ourselves you know we always listen
(We become so clever)
Let our walls crumble and burn away
(Make a change forever)
Can we lend a better hand than the one that weâ??ve been dealt?
Let the music be the way we get there

And we sing,
â??La la la la la la la laâ?

I walked the beach that morning and I found my faithful friend
Waiting there with words of wisdom and a fishing rod in hand
I watched him and I listened so peculiar and so sweet
Saying â??Love is all that we need and communicationâ?

I said,
â??Communication is calling me and yes, itâ??s all in meâ?

The cup has served me well for fifteen years
With music in my world Iâ??ve shed some fears
And Iâ??ve tried to understand how to be a better man
There is rhythm to my life that ebbs and flows
And at times the inspiration comes and goes
But whenever it arrives, well, I go down a take a dive


Mirror lyrics:

But whenever it arrives, well, I go down a take a dive
And at times the inspiration comes and goes
There is rhythm to my life that ebbs and flows
And Iâ??ve tried to understand how to be a better man
With music in my world Iâ??ve shed some fears
The cup has served me well for fifteen years

â??Communication is calling me and yes, itâ??s all in meâ?
I said,

Saying â??Love is all that we need and communicationâ?
I watched him and I listened so peculiar and so sweet
Waiting there with words of wisdom and a fishing rod in hand
I walked the beach that morning and I found my faithful friend

â??La la la la la la la laâ?
And we sing,

Let the music be the way we get there
Can we lend a better hand than the one that weâ??ve been dealt?
(Make a change forever)
Let our walls crumble and burn away
(We become so clever)
When we search beyond ourselves you know we always listen
(How we find the answers)

a celebration for you and me and the universe, our destination�
â??Communication is calling us itâ??s all in us,
And weâ??d say,

â??til I was standing on the stage and the crowd would sing it back to me
I was off to share my song and no, it wouldnâ??t be too long
With words to follow so expressively
The taste was like a melody
Well, I should have looked here first in an attempt to quench the thirst
In my bag a gift from dad, my music cup
I needed something to fill me up

No hesitation, youâ??ve got to see this throughâ?
â??Communication is calling you itâ??s all in you.
And heâ??d say,

And again Iâ??d see him too on a beach with the fading of the moon
I came across a man Iâ??d seen before I swear
While wandering around and searching there
My soul was dry and thirsty, my mind was so unclear
And a path with no direction made it hard to steer
Soon the words he left were too faint to hear

You see my dad gave me the keys but Iâ??d have to show myself to the door
But I have to catch my ride, son, Iâ??m off to a distant shoreâ?
Itâ??s all I really have, wish I could give you more
He said, â??music is the cup for you I pour
At first I was ungrateful, at once I was confused
When it came to hand-me-downs he only gave me one
I was born in â??82, a poor manâ??s son


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