1988 – Kenny Wheeler / Norma Winstone
Somehow the words never fit
Somehow the song isn’t right
Allthough the day may be good
I’ve learnt it ends in the night
Every day I hear a melody
Some thing tells me that my own song
has yet to be watching people live their lives
finding the sun finding someone
wish as much as i may
each day you’ll still find me playing
everybody’s song but not my own
So many roads still to take
So many tears to be shed
So many plans to be made
Such unsung songs in my head
All I hear is like a memory
Life intended for someone else but not for me
Sounds and voices from the past
Quiet and slow
Tender and low,
though the sadness may sting
There’s music, there I’ll be singing
Ev’rybody’s song but not my own