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