03-02-2014, 02:25 AM
The Musician's Ballad
They say I’m strumming my life away.
Like dust in the wind,
I drift through the ether.
Teachers and professors tell me
With physics and math and history
I’m supposed to solve the mystery,
But those notes don’t resonate with me.
The day the music died,
I picked up those six strings,
Shook them back to life.
In one harmonious flurry,
The secret is revealed,
And the mystery is solved.
Mine is not to reason why.
Now ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky
They say I’m strumming my life away.
Like dust in the wind,
I drift through the ether.
Teachers and professors tell me
With physics and math and history
I’m supposed to solve the mystery,
But those notes don’t resonate with me.
The day the music died,
I picked up those six strings,
Shook them back to life.
In one harmonious flurry,
The secret is revealed,
And the mystery is solved.
Mine is not to reason why.
Now ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky

