I was born in â??82, a poor manâ??s son

When it came to hand-me-downs he only gave me one

At first I was ungrateful, at once I was confused

He said, â??music is the cup for you I pour

Itâ??s all I really have, wish I could give you more

But I have to catch my ride, son, Iâ??m off to a distant shoreâ?

You see my dad gave me the keys but Iâ??d have to show myself to the door

Soon the words he left were too faint to hear

And a path with no direction made it hard to steer

My soul was dry and thirsty, my mind was so unclear

While wandering around and searching there

I came across a man Iâ??d seen before I swear

And again Iâ??d see him too on a beach with the fading of the moon

And heâ??d say,

â??Communication is calling you itâ??s all in you.

No hesitation, youâ??ve got to see this throughâ?

I needed something to fill me up

In my bag a gift from dad, my music cup

Well, I should have looked here first in an attempt to quench the thirst

The taste was like a melody

With words to follow so expressively

I was off to share my song and no, it wouldnâ??t be too long

â??til I was standing on the stage and the crowd would sing it back to me

And weâ??d say,

â??Communication is calling us itâ??s all in us,

a celebration for you and me and the universe, our destination�

(How we find the answers)

When we search beyond ourselves you know we always listen

(We become so clever)

Let our walls crumble and burn away

(Make a change forever)

Can we lend a better hand than the one that weâ??ve been dealt?

Let the music be the way we get there

And we sing,

â??La la la la la la la laâ?

I walked the beach that morning and I found my faithful friend

Waiting there with words of wisdom and a fishing rod in hand

I watched him and I listened so peculiar and so sweet

Saying â??Love is all that we need and communicationâ?

I said,

â??Communication is calling me and yes, itâ??s all in meâ?

The cup has served me well for fifteen years

With music in my world Iâ??ve shed some fears

And Iâ??ve tried to understand how to be a better man

There is rhythm to my life that ebbs and flows

And at times the inspiration comes and goes

But whenever it arrives, well, I go down a take a dive