Main Title March

Sometimes the world
Tries to knock it out of you

But I believe in music
The way that some people
Believe in fairy tales.

I like to imagine that what I hear
Came from my mother and father.

Maybe the notes I hear...
Are the same ones they heard
The night they met.

Maybe that's how they found each other.

Maybe that's how they'll find me.

I believe that, once upon a time
Long ago
They heard the music and followed it.