Second Hand White Baby Grand

My mother bought it second hand

From a silent movie star

It was out of tune

But still I learned to play

And with each note we both would smile

Forgetting who we are

And all the pain

Would simply fly away

Something second hand and broken

Still can make a pretty sound

Even if it doesn't have a place to live

Oh, the words were left unspoken

When my momma came around

But that secondhand white baby grand

Still had something beautiful to give

Through missing keys and broken strings

The music was our own

Until the day we said our last goodbyes

The baby grand was sent away

A child all alone

To pray somebody else would realize

That something secondhand and broken

Still can make a pretty sound

Even if it doesn't have a place to live

Oh. The words are still unspoken

Now that momma's not around

But that secondhand white baby grand

Still has something beautiful to give

For many years the music had to roam

Until we found a way to find a home.

So now I wake up every day

And see her standing there.

Just waiting for a partner to compose

And I wish my mother still could hear

That sound beyond compare

I'll play her song till everybody knows.

That something secondhand and broken

Still can make a pretty sound

Don't we all deserve a family room to live?

Oh. The words can't stay unspoken

Until everyone has found

That secondhand white baby grand

That still has something beautiful to give.

I still have something beautiful to give.