On a quiet
night,
you can hear the rustling of the leaves
On a quiet night,
distant voices carry softly the breeze
And I'm inside my room,
captured in a moment's thought
Strumming on a chord from my guitar
Silently, silently, so silently
On a quiet night, time hangs heavy in the air just like a cloud,
I'm lying on my bed, scratching
my head, wondering what
it's all about.
Are we all minstrels playing in a three -ring circus,
searching for a purpose that's not there?
Silently, silently, so silently
Everybody's thinking, gotta get ahead,
gotta get ahead
Everybody's drinking, hurrying,
worrying, playing the game
But acting the same
As I look out through my window pane
On a quiet night
When it can play tricks on your ear
Like some unsolved mystery
We all guess at the ending,
but nobody comes near
And I'm inside my room,
captured in a bow and stud
Strumming on a chord from my gui tar
Silently, silently
So silently, so silently
I'm going to be doing a lot of work on this.
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