singing his song of lyrical sense
hoping someone will hear it and know
that they're not the only one on the fence
guitar strings and a lone silent tap-tap
a story of his dreams are illustrated
can't help but float away; can't stop it
from playing again and again, words recreated
he feels like me, like you; oh how he knows
as the chorus comes around, can't help but sing
theres more than just one light of hope
shining admist this weary sea of lost mornings
think its over when his fingers hit the last chord
but oh what a god for making that repeat button