Studio Musician Barry Manilow

I am a studio musician
We've never met
But you know me well

I am the English horn
Who plays the poignant counterline
Upon the song you heard
While making love in some hotel

I am a part of you
I've never tried for fame
You'll never know my name

I am the strings that enter softly
Or three guitars
That glitter gold

I am the thousand trumpet lines
That were an afterthought
Intended as a way
To get a dying record sold

I never ride the road
I never play around
I play what they set down