He quietly observes the world around him
Rarely does he speak
He's a one man band
With his own silent rhythm
He listens to the quarreling, the jokes, and the laughter
Of his loud-mouthed friends
And enjoys it
But does not join in
He's a one man band
With a silent rhythm that's heard by all
It courses through him
Projects an air of mystery
He's a lone wolf
But loved by all
He's a one man band
With a silent rhythm that none can ignore
When he speaks people listen
It's a gift
So to speak
He's a one man band
