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 of 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 retina degeneration
She stares at that kite
While the words rings 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”
“Darling” 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
Right here

There's an acne covered teenage terror
Of upstate New York 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 this loud and crowded venues
Trying to steer that drunken ship, through the night
And it hurts a little more
Each time he watches his big brother tries
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

When I feel like I'm 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
Right here, right here
Right here