it begins with a din

sounds bouncing off walls

ya sit there and grin

but you ain’t got the balls

 

freedom in flight

yet try as you might

you can’t understand

a guitarist’s hand

 

pick out mistakes

ain’t got what it takes

it ain’t about bein’ great

 

it ain’t determined by fate

it ain’t the sounds that you hate

 

i’m just flyin’

and tryin’ to relate to you

 

you only care about your songs

can’t relate to you

even though I try

can’t relate to you

 

until you learn to fly

 

so let’s see you do better

would you have me fettered

 

what’s with you?

 

you won’t understand

until you find

a guitarist’s hand

 

it’s building up

the air is thick

with the charge

i fill my cup

you know my thirst is large

 

gotta have a little bracer

so I can focus

on a star-bound tracer’s

hocus-pocus

 

gonna open up

let the juice course out

i’m gonna sup on the sluice

of what life’s all about

 

no more promises

no more deals

meteors and comets

a set of wheels

   

there’s no magic

there are no magi

i find it tragic

you won’t even try

 

faith ain’t enough

when the goin’ is tough

you better know your stuff

gonna get a little rough

 

it’s building up

gotta let it out

building up

up

into a shout