Glass piano play slow jazz To the magic of her youth The songs she heard on the radio When she was looking for the truth A smoky cafe, and the dream began The music would swing and sway A dance in motion would catch in her eye What sorrow could not say Well I can't tell you, it would make a difference I can't say, I know how to explain When the sun comes through in the morning It'll dry your tears away I can understand your sense of desperation I can understand why you hold it inside The rain will come down to wash away on the street What sorrow cannot say