Don’t Mean a Thing at All

When all of the house lights are taken down
And all of the people there
That traveled for hundreds of miles around
To hear their songs fill the air
Their beauty, the quiet and heaviness
The shadows they recall
Don’t mean a thing at all
A song would begin with a feeling
That’s had when the melody came
The words are assembled then written
Its meaning is somewhat relayed
On tip toes and reeling through misty eyes
The writing’s on the wall
Don’t mean a thing at all
Before the night gets underway
Your mind could change
What once was true that very day
Is now not the same
And there’s no way she could know
You couldn’t tell her so
The only way to live it was by
Giving it a go
No doubt there’ll be something for everyone
When turning every stone
She can’t leave well enough alone