It was a love so big that it filled his heart Til it swelled and finally burst apart And where the love spilled out they called it art But he never really had no choice Chorus Whoa, he had no choice No, he never had no choice When he gave his river a voice He never really had no choice. He was thinking that the pain came much too soon When he locked himself up inside his room Well it hurt real bad to write that tune But he never really had no choice And there were some who could not understand When he built those castles with his hands And he knew damn well they were only sand But he never really had no choice. Chorus Sometimes a man sometimes a boy And he made some music and he made some noise But he felt his pain and he felt his joy But he never really had no choice. There was a beautiful fire inside of him As he balanced his way out on that limb Could of burned right through that branch so thin But he never really had no choice (Chorus) And they all talked about him when he died They studied and they theorized But when he was through they'd laughed and cried And he never really had no choice It was a love so big that it filled his heart 'Til it swelled and finally burst apart Where the loved spilled out they called it art But he never really had no choice (Chorus) (Chorus)