Behind the Song
This was a scrapbook song, put together from the cast-off bits of an earlier effort.
In that earlier song, I was toying with expressing opposites or contraries like “an angel without wings,” “a lark that doesn’t sing,” “a star that doesn’t glow,” “a scholar who doesn’t know.”
The verses didn’t end up working for that earlier song. But then I was walking one Sunday morning on a busy highway and thought, for some reason, of the expression “there’s an exception to every rule,” and rhymed that with “a drop of genius in every fool.”
Now I had a place to put those oppositions.
Then I put that together with a playful strumming pattern and kept things light and hopeful. Kind of like a morning walk through a colorful town, with lots of life brimming everywhere.
Lyrics
I met an angel who had no wings in a city park. We all stopped to hear that old man sing sweetly as a lark. The exception to the rule the drop of genius in the fool the flash of fun in every bore you'll see just take a look outside your door it's all outside your door I saw a rich man who owned no gold shining like a ring. The others hurried, but this cat strolled stately as a king. The exception to the rule the drop of genius in the fool the flash of fun in every bore you'll see just take a look outside your door it's all outside your door If you're feeling kind of small like you don't know where to start let your feet pick out the street and then you just listen to your heart why don't you listen to your heart I heard a speaker with a squeaky voice in a crowded hall. She spoke like scripture, and we rejoiced 'cause we felt ten-feet tall. The exception to the rule the drop of genius in the fool the flash of fun in every bore you'll see just take a look outside your door it's all outside your door I met an angel who had no wings. I met an angel who had no wings. I met an angel who had no wings. I met an angel who had no wings.
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