The music in the air
Notes right before my eyes,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

No one else stops to care
They do not hear the cries,
The music in the air.

I've heard this song, so fair
I've heard its broken cries,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

Filled with such despair
I know they are not lies,
The music in the air.

This beautiful song I want to share
It's the sadness I despise,
With the wind blowing through my hair.

The last few notes come with such flare
Then suddenly the music dies.
The music in the air,
With the wind blowing through my hair.