Birth of a Song

Birth of a Song

It's a shame I never really learned to play
my guitar the way I always wanted to
Remember me? I'm the one who'd strum away
with eyes closed pretending fingers knew what to do

If I'd have practised more I coulda got it right
wouldn't lose time in the middle or wind the strings too tight
If I'd have taken care a little time each day
I could play what it is I wanna play [and I wanna play]

Somebody once whose name is lost in the past
said do not worry for hindsight is twenty twenty
What did he mean I'd like to ask
What good is hind if the future is full or empty?

And so I write and sing a dissonant harmony
Losing time and stumbling, freefalling willingly
I sing as a strident bird on electric highwire
My song slips, surfing wind, a cloud in a fire

It's not so sad, I never really learned to play
my guitar, I tune it off key anyway
Remember me, in a slow shuffle to old and gray
Making rhymes, singing lines, keeping time in my own way