When the last of the echoes fades
When the cymbals and the strings
Have died away
When I am left with just
The ringing in my ears
I take a breath and I settle down
Try to count the things
That really count
Figure out what I've done
With the last few years
And after all
The struggle and the strain
And after all
The loss for little gain
When harmonies have faded away
Melody remains
I grew up in the countryside-
There I could have lived
And I could have died
I could have had running water
And security.
But I took a train up to London town
Lost my money and
Immersed myself in sound
Lame jobs, late nights
Poor diets and poverty
And after all
The struggle and the strain
And after all
The loss for little gain
When harmonies have faded away
Melody remains

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