Main Title (Day at Black Rock, 1954)

Sometimes the world

Tries to knock it out of you

But I believe in music

The way that some people

Believe in fairy tales

I like to imagine that what I hear

Came from my mother and father

Maybe the notes I hear

Are the same ones they heard

The night they met

Maybe that's how they found each other

Maybe that's how they'll find me

I believe that once upon a time

Long ago

They heard the music and followed it