I’ve never liked the piano
I always liked the sound of a violin
The strings sound so sad and haunting
Touching down into my heart
I can’t write any music
I can’t play the fiddle
I can’t say the words I want
Not the way a violin can sing them
All things I feel inside
They had no paper
They had no music
So they just sat and hummed
Until they got quiet
But they came back
Louder and stronger than before
And I just want to let them out
So I can go back
To sleeping and smiling and crying
So I play my arm like a violin
And the blade is my bow
There’s so much music inside
That I just can’t stop playing
Song after song after song
So many that I had forgotten I wrote
I’ll play it until I run out of paper
And I’ll wake up in the morning
And tell people that I still can’t play
And that I can’t carry a tune
So I can have enough songs
For my follow-up album