Sitting At The Piano
Sitting at the piano
A blue note on my fingers
Her hands upon my head
I struck a chord to mean
We're discordant and disdained
But it came out right instead

Sitting in her sleeping car
Riding shotgun like a movie star
Dancing without shoes
But your fears made you afraid
And that is why you ran away
Still hoping I would chase you

Can't you see that I'm an actor?
I told you things I never meant
Maybe we can't take the stress
Maybe you just cannot bend
And every note I play is blue
Every chord I strike is you
And though right now they ring true
They will fade to nothing if abused

Sitting at the piano
A soft touch in my fingers
Caresses all for you
You're beautiful and much much more
But if you choose to kill the chord
I'll trash the whole damn tune
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