Nightingale - Carole King

Like some night bird homeward wingin

he seeks the sheltered nest

like the sailor's lost horizon,

he needs some place to rest

the songs that he's been singin'

no longer make much sense

and those stranger's cold perceptions

they've killed his confidence

nightingale, she sails away upon a sea of song

nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along

when his tired voice is broken

his golden hope is gone

she makes a lost soul's simple longing

somehow not so wrong

nightingale, nightingale

He was strong, but he was taken

by the thought of his success

those spotlights shadows

how they lured him and took him like all the rest

but that old dream don't look good now

no it don't seem quite the same

he needs to hear a tender word

won't you sing him home again

nightingale, she sails away up on a sea of song

nightingale, she serenades his lonely, lonely life along

when his strength is slowly going,

his pride is all but gone

she makes a foolish dreamer listen to one last song

nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale

oh, na, na, na, na

nightingale ooh sing sweet nightingale

in my little town

i grew up believing

god keeps his eye on us all

and he used to lean upon me

as i pledged allegiance to the wall

lord i recall my little town

coming home after school

riding my bike past the gates of the factories

my mom doing the laundry

hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze

and after it rains there's a rainbow

and all of the colors are black

it's not that the colors aren't there

it's just imagination they lack

everything's the same back in my little town

In my little town i never meant nothing

i was just my father's son

saving my money

dreamin of glory

twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun

Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town

nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town

nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town