[She still has the keys to keep her busy and that's the only thing that brings her mind back into equilibrium. However, now she's on her own and looking to make her way. There's no one to turn to in the big city and she finds herself playing for change as the trains fly by...]nnBut I must make the most of my tienA change of scenerynChanging fragments of this lifenStanding before a city skylinenA slip of catching breathnAnd then caught holding too tightnnWith no money or a place to gonShading their eyes at menThey shaded the train and my stagenFamiliar songs come from my fingersnDancing to stop and hearnThey dance into my serenadennWhat dismay, I've lost my waynAnd still I walk this pathnFor moments, my sweet momentsnWhen my piano plays at lastnnAnd then softly he gives his promisenBefore I got lost in his eyesnHe has a certain serenitynThat only his gaze can providennWhat dismay, I've lost my waynAnd still I walk this pathnFor moments, my sweet momentsnWhen my piano plays at lastnnAs long as I play my pianonI could be playing for his crowdnI hear my song when he speaks to menBut I've never heard it this loudnnWhat dismay, I've lost my waynAnd still I walk this pathnFor moments, my sweet momentsnWhen my piano plays at last