Follow the Sound of My Voice

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
Right here

There's a red kite in a dead tree, in the park

Something straight out a French new-wave movie
There's a mother, with a toddler in her arms
Wondering how she's gonna raise her baby
The doctor spilled out all the medical jargon
Aggressive retinal degeneration
She stares at that kite while the words ring in her head
"Sorry ma'am, your son will never see again"

She points her finger at that kite stuck in that tree
She says, "Baby, c'mon, baby, can't you see?
See how high it is, how bright it is, how it shines against the sky
Can you see it if you try?"
But he says, "I can't see it"
"Darlin'," she says

"Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
I'm right here"

There's an acne-covered teenaged terror
Upstate New York's blind piano prodigy
All the kids call him the next Ray Charles
He plays in a band with his little brother

His brother guides him by the shoulder through these
Loud and crowded venues tryna
Steer that drunken ship through the night
And it hurts a little more each time he watches his big brother
Try to find his own way, up on a stage
He says, "I can't help you, let me help you

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
Right here"

Hmm, mm-mm
(Oh)

When I feel like I am stumbling in the dark
And I get lost inside this great big world
When I feel like I'm invisible, like nobody cares
You're always there
Saying, "I can see you, I can see you

Follow the sound of my voice
I'm right here, I'm right here
Follow the sound of my voice
Dry your tears, I'm right here
I'm right here"

Right here