Nicholas Drake

Nicholas Drake, how your songs made my heart ache
Each word that you spoke, every note that you sang
More dead than alive, how those demons inside you
Denied you the joys of an everyday scribe
At an unold twenty-nine, well
You thought it was time to move on
Yet your sadness and pain could not dim
The exquisite refrain of your lovely song
Walks by the Seine in the rain on umbrellas
Yes, such was the soundtrack of your bittersweet world
Though your gift was your curse, your best through the worst
You were one in a million, a poet unheard
And the nearer you got, the more you were caught in the fray
In a world of applause your voice was ignored
And so you just turned away
And I wish you could see the way people like me
Who've lived through your story, who've tried to be strong
Understand why you choose to be battered and bruised
Finally losing the fight just to follow, follow your muse
Nicholas Drake, how your songs made my heart ache
Such beauty from pain, with the right, with the wrong
It's the gift you obeyed, it's the art that you made
It's the price that you paid for your lovely song
Your lovely song