Inside Story

No one really knew him like I did,

He taught me everything I know

No one really knew him like I did,

While he starts playing the piano,

He was a preacher,

Every night at church we had to go,

Mother always playing on the organ,

so low,

Oh lord my God

Some times I wander

Oh lord my God

Consider what you will

Inside story

Last years glory

Inside story

How great thought art?

How great the art?

How great his art

His art

Oh lord my God

Some times I wander

Oh lord my God

Consider what you will

His art

Your art

My art

His art

Your art

My art.