Bruce Randall Hornsby nació el 23 de noviembre de 1954 en Williamsburg, Virginia, en el seno de una familia con una rica historia musical. Desde temprana edad, mostró un notable talento para la música, aprendiendo a tocar el piano con la ayuda de su madre y sus hermanos mayores. La influencia musical en su hogar fue variada, desde el jazz hasta la música clásica y el rock and roll, lo que permitió a Bruce desarrollar un estilo único.
Bruce cursó estudios en la Universidad de Richmond y la Berklee College of Music, donde perfeccionó sus habilidades pianísticas y expandió sus conocimientos musicales. Tras graduarse, comenzó su carrera profesional tocando en bandas locales y eventualmente se mudó a Los Ángeles en busca de mayores oportunidades.
En 1984, Bruce formó la banda Bruce Hornsby and the Range. Dos años más tarde, lanzaron su álbum debut The Way It Is, que rápidamente se convirtió en un éxito rotundo. El sencillo principal del mismo nombre, "The Way It Is", alcanzó el número uno en las listas de Billboard y se convirtió en una canción emblemática de la década de 1980. El álbum ganó el Premio Grammy al Mejor Artista Nuevo en 1987.
A lo largo de sus años con The Range, lanzaron otros álbumes exitosos como Scenes from the Southside (1988) y A Night on the Town (1990). La música de la
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The road not taken Song Lyrics
The road not taken by Bruce Hornsby B. R. Hornsby
Down in the southwest Virginia town of Richlands
I fell in love with an Appalachian girl
She lived in a long line of little row houses
On the side of an old strip mining hill
She walked along on the jagged ridge
And looked as far as she could see
But the hills out there so up and down
You only see as far as the next big ridge
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow of on the hill
Another time and another place
I feel her in my heart still
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I see her in my mind and then
I go down the road not taken...again
Oh the coal dust sttles on the window display
They have to change it about every other day
Some things never change way out here
An outsider could always remain that way
She walked along on the jagged ridge
She told me she was thinking of me
But every time I tried to take her away
She alway ran back to the rocks and the trees
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow of on the hill
Another time and another place
I feel her in my heart still
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I see her in my mind and then
I go down the road not taken...again
Oh I went back there after many years
So curious and so secretly
As I looked on I held back a tear
The road not taken overcoming me
Oh I saw her she was sitting there
Older, thinner on the front porch
It seemed the light a little brighter there
Or maybe I still carried the forgotten torch
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow of on the hill
Another time and another place
I feel her in my heart still
Everytime I see her face
On the street in the hollow in the bend
I see her in my mind and then
I go down the road not taken...again