Well, I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul
And every empty glass you see on the ground is just another written note
These days I'm often asked where I find my thoughts, but I promise you don't wanna know
No matter what I think, I'll always be weaker than from the man I've grown

And I've learned that money don't blend well with fame
Just hope that these words help someone someday
I know it ain't perfect, but it's paving the way
And all I'm saying
This is music for the soul
Oh, this is music for the soul

Well, I know this ain't the hope you were searching for, but I'll still whisper it low
This one's for the broken man with a shaky hand all alone
Guess I'll spend the rest of my nights for the rest of my life on my own
And I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul

And I've learned that money don't blend well with fame
Just hope that these words help someone someday
And I know it ain't perfect, but it's paving the way
All I'm saying
This is music for the soul
Oh, this is music for the soul
Oh Lord, this is music for the soul

So I guess I'll spend the rest of my nights for the rest of my life on my own
And I know this ain't the bar song you wanna hear, but I make music for the soul