Two pianos in the dark
Banging out a lonely tune
Only them beneath the moon
Would they speak if they had words?
Two pianos in the park
Struggling in the month of June
Hoping that they'll be home soon
Not a water bed for the birds
Two pianos in the dark
Broken strings and out of tune
Once they made the audience swoon
Would they cry if they had tears?
Two pianos in the park
Abandoned by some cruel goon
Stuck beneath the silvery moon
Still yearning for applause and cheers
Caught in the rain
Nobody hears them complain
If they had a brain
They would go insane
Two pianos in the park
Two pianos after dark
Two pianos up against the lark
Not a water bed for the birds