Stare at the girl

Who holds here heart on the stage

Here words are melancholy but strong

And melodious and harsh

She speaks from experience

As she rocks back and forth

Her foot taps on the floor

And her fingers slam the fret

Chord D, Chord C, fifth fret, fourth

She’s making beautiful music

With her soul

The tall boy

With a lonely past

Is silent, brooding

And very handsome

His fingers tell stories to me

And his music connects

He feels every vibration

And I wish I knew his secrets

And here I sit in the audience

Writing and wishing I could have him

And that I could be her

But I know this won’t happen

So I loose myself in the music

And I’m happy