In a musty old basement
Port Elizabeth Jersey
Carlos rises from bed writes the lyrics of the day
Calls out from a window
Let’s get the band together
The radio gods are callin’
They need us, come on

Mamas in the kitchen
Watching Wheel Of Fortune
Turns the TV up loud as the band tunes up to play
Carlos steps into the light
Can’t you hear the crowd screamin’
And a song rings out
Inner city serenade

It’s been a long, long ride
It’s been a long, long time
And he plays his song
And he plays for you
And he plays for the lonely with nothing left to lose
E’port Carlos sings for you tonight
E’port Carlos sings for you

So the years have gone by now
And those streets are abandoned
Things are so different since Mama passed away
Robbie’s married with children
I moved up to the mountains
And that musty old cellars’ in someone else’s name
But now Carlos my brother
Your voice echoes’ forever
Your music lives on and Prana is our name

It’s been a long, long ride
Oh, it’s been a long, long time
And he plays his song
And he plays for you
And he plays for the lonely with nothing left to lose
And he sings of his pride
By his father’s bedside
And he’ll tell you a tale with a passion in his eyes

E’port Carlos sings for you tonight!
E’port Carlos sings for you!
I said E’port Carlos and the Factory Workers singin’!