Studio Musician Lyrics

I am a studio musician We've never met But you know me well
I am the English horn Who plays the poignant counter line Upon the song you heard While making love in some hotel
I am a part of you I've never tried for fame You'll never know my name
I am the strings that enter softly Or three guitars That glitter gold
I am the thousand trumpet lines That were an afterthought Intended as a way To get a dying record sold
I never ride the road I never play around I play what they set down
I'm a working musician Living from week to week I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak
A studio musician Blowin' the chance I seek
And when the woodwind cushion rises I start to dream On a low brass bed
But I awake to horns The drummer calls to me We're up to letter D
I'm a man of the moment Pop is my stock and trade Singles, jingles, and demos Conveniently made
A studio musician Whose music will die unplayed A studio musician Whose music could have died unplayed