02-22-2017, 01:47 PM
No frets, no bars, no chords do I care,
I’m driven by music that flows through the air.
It wakes me, shakes me, blows me back in my chair,
Rocking and rolling until there is no despair.
I answer the wind with bars of my own,
Ripping and riffing until I feel right at home.
At the end of the night, when I’m worn to the bone,
I tuck away my instrument and fall asleep to the metronome.
I’m driven by music that flows through the air.
It wakes me, shakes me, blows me back in my chair,
Rocking and rolling until there is no despair.
I answer the wind with bars of my own,
Ripping and riffing until I feel right at home.
At the end of the night, when I’m worn to the bone,
I tuck away my instrument and fall asleep to the metronome.