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