[Intro] [Warm Rhodes alone, no drums] [Small room, close and dry] (no vocal, four bars of Rhodes only) [Verse 1] [Vocal: warm baritone, conversational, unhurried] I made a little round thing out of gold No country on it, no year, no amount It will not buy you coffee, it will not buy you bread And that is the only reason I can hand it to you [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: lifting slightly, breath audible] [Upright bass enters] Everything you make gets scrolled on past Somebody ought to stop and say it out loud [Chorus] [Vocal: full, warm, unhurried, no shouting] [Brushed drums and tambourine, gospel cadence] Struck for someone else Every coin ever poured was struck for someone else The color on the face of it, that part is yours The thanks is in the metal and it will not wear off Struck for someone else [Verse 2] [Vocal: narrative, a little more weight] The paint on it is wet and it is staying wet Because you are not finished and you never will be There is nothing on the back of it at all I left it empty so you have room to pass it on [Bridge] [Vocal: stripped back to near speech, then rising] [Rhodes alone, then full band] There is no name on it, no maker, no mark Nothing to send back and nowhere to send it The only way a person pays a thing like this Is to put one in somebody else's hand [Chorus] [Vocal: released, full, warm] [Full band, handclaps, tambourine] Struck for someone else Every coin ever poured was struck for someone else The color on the face of it, that part is yours The thanks is in the metal and it will not wear off Struck for someone else [Outro] [Band falls away to the Rhodes] [Vocal: quiet, close] Struck for someone else [One last warm chord, then room tone] [End]
