There’s an old grand piano, alone in the heart of the desert
Standing upright in the shine of the full moon above
They say it was left there a long time ago in the 60’s
By a man who had written a song to the woman he loved

Now it’s falling apart from the sand and the heat and the decades
Rattlesnakes live in the space by the rusty old wires
They say that the song was a hit, we would all recognize it
A beautiful melody only love could have inspired,

But love has a way of changing from sunlight to shadow
Love has a way of fading away from within
And all that’s left to recall what has been
Is a song they know from L.A. to Berlin
And a broken piano in the Arizona desert wind

There are those who have camped at the site of that strange wooden statue
And they say that it plays when the first morning sunray breaks through
They gaze at that sad instrument with the cactus beside it
A shrine or a tombstone depending on your point of wiew,

But love has a way of changing from sunlight to shadow
Love has a way of fading away from within
All that’s left to recall what has been
Is a song they know from L.A. to Berlin
And a broken piano in the Arizona desert wind
A broken piano in the Arizona desert wind

Tom Pacheco