Music was the thread keeping him here Music was the call when the cupboards were bare Music was all to beat back the fear Music kept keeping him here Music keeps him here Born into a drug house, no clean clothes, nobody home Went to school anyway When he sang he was never alone, never alone Each and everyday Music was the thread keeping him here Music was the call when the cupboards were bare Music was all to beat back the fear Music kept keeping him here Music keeps him here He learned to do laundry, find food in a dumpster sometimes Wake himself and get to class And let the music feed his soul, feed his soul Had to grow up lightning fast Music was the thread keeping him here Music was the call when the cupboards were bare Music was all to beat back the fear Music kept keeping him here Music keeps him here He says, it's my freedom It's my road It's my joy It's my soul It's my freedom It's my road It's my joy It's my soul Now he's ready to leave, friends in jail, parents dead The fence he walks is coated with ice But the song tells him where to step, how to step I believe he's gonna be alright Music was the thread keeping him here Music was the call when the cupboards were bare Music was all to beat back the fear Music, it keeps him here It was music It was music It was music