The Guitarist
The Guitarist
I hear every note as you play the chord
Your everything and a little more
Fingers move up and down the board
An open mind when we tell you more
'Cause you're a —
Rock-N-Roll guitarist
You're plaing like we said
A rock-n-roll guitarist
Look at them shake their heads
And they don't know the story
'Cause they've never had the glory
They will never know the feeling
The feeling that burns in your head
Waves hit the rocks
The people, they get shocked
By the words of the news
All their friends are dead
So insecure
They're waiting for the words
Of someone to take them home
From social turbulence they turn
To hear your fingers explode
6/30/1982