A Song About Singing

I'd been driving for years Lost in foreign lands Searching for answers Some guiding hands I'd gone cross country Even lost the road I was given directions By people, far gone themselves But it was in my darkest hour That I heard her name Whispered on the wind And I was guided to a place The parking lot was packed the queue went round the block But a desperate man won't be denied I found a window unlocked I climbed into her chamber And poured out my heart Of how I'd lost my voice somewhere She watched me in the dark "Your problems obvious You've forced your tone Singing should be an effortless thing Leave well alone" After an hour together I felt changes deep inside And I walked out the door two inches taller With words to reach the sky And I could sing sing sing Such a pure and simple thing Go within And let it ring Yes I could sing sing sing A recrowned king I went within And let it ring Her technique was simple As light as love An iron fist Inside a velvet glove She took away the parts That were not me Like Michaelangelo Had done for David With balanced tone The right vibrations Like a type rope walker I had bold and new sensations And I could sing sing sing Such a pure and simple thing Go within And let it ring Yes I could sing sing sing A recrowned king I went within And let it ring