SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE NOTES [Verse 1] There was a piano by the window, With morning sleeping on the keys, Dust was dancing in the sunlight, Curtains breathing with the breeze. For a moment we were strangers To the uniforms we wore, When a young man touched the ivory And music crossed the floor. He played three notes of Beethoven, Maybe four—I can't recall, Then the room became a memory, And silence kept them all. [Chorus] Somewhere between the notes, Somewhere between then and now, There are people that we carry Though we never quite know how. A melody can lose its ending, But it never really goes— Those we love keep walking with us Somewhere between the notes. [Verse 2] Many seasons crossed my window, Different streets beneath my feet, Life kept leaving little flowers In the cracks along the street. Then one evening came my wedding, Golden lamps and summer wine, You were standing there beside me, Your laughing hand inside of mine. Someone sat behind the piano, And the crowded room grew still— Then Beethoven came floating Like a bird across the sill. [Chorus] Somewhere between the notes, Somewhere between then and now, There are people that we carry Though we never quite know how. Some memories don't need a picture, Some goodbyes are never closed— Those we love keep walking with us Somewhere between the notes. [Bridge] You saw the tears upon my face And kissed them with a smile, You thought perhaps that happiness Had overwhelmed me for a while. I almost told you everything... But then I looked around— At flowers, friends and candlelight, At love in every sound. And thought: Maybe those who left us Wouldn't ask us to remain Forever in the room Where music once became our pain. Maybe every wounded melody Deserves another start, And every song the world has broken Can be finished by a heart. [Final Chorus] Somewhere between the notes, Somewhere between then and now, The missing find the living And stand beside them somehow. So let the old piano play, Don't silence it for ghosts— Tonight I'll dance with those I love... And those between the notes. [Outro] Play on, Play on... Don't be afraid of that old song. What once carried me to sorrow Can carry me home.
