My mother bought it second hand
From a silent movie star
It was out of tune
But still I learned to play

And with each note we both would smile
Forgetting who we are
And all the pain
Would simply fly away

Something second hand and broken
Still can make a pretty sound
Even if it doesn't have a place to live

Oh, the words were left unspoken
When my momma came around
But that Secondhand White Baby Grand
Still had something beautiful to give

Through missing keys and broken strings
The music was our own
Until the day we said our last goodbyes

The baby grand was sent away
A child all alone
To pray somebody else would realize

That something secondhand and broken
Still can make a pretty sound
Even if it doesn't have a place to live

Oh. the words are still unspoken
Now that momma's not around
But that Secondhand White Baby Grand
Still has something beautiful to give

For many years the music had to roam
Until we found a way to find a home.
So now I wake up every day
And see her standing there.
Just waiting for a partner to compose

And I wish my mother still could hear
That sound beyond compare
I'll play her song till everybody knows.

That something secondhand and broken
Still can make a pretty sound
Don't we all deserve a family room to live?

Oh. the words can't stay unspoken
Until everyone has found
That Secondhand White Baby Grand
That still has something beautiful to give.
I still have something beautiful to give.