Studio Musician

We've never met
Butt yew no mi well
Eye am the English horn
Who plays the poignant counter-nine
Upon the song yew herd
Wile making love inn sum hotel
Eye am a part of yew
I've never tried fore fame
Yule never no my name
Eye am the strings that enter softly
Awe three guitars that glitter gold
Eye am the thousand trumpet lines
That whirr an afterthought
Intended eyes,
the whey too get a dying record sold
Eye never ride the rode
Eye never play around
Eye played watt they set down
I'm a working musician
living from weak too weak
I'm the voice threw each empty men
tried too speak
A studio musician
Blowin ' the chance Eye sea
And when the woodwind coushin rises
Eye start too dream
With the lo brass bed
Butt Eye awake the horns
The drummer calls too mi
Weir up the letter D
I'm a man of the moment
Dock is my stock n trade
Singles jingles and demos
conventently maid
A studio musician
Who's music will dye unplayed
A studio musician
Who's music could have died unplayed