Wounded are these hands who played the instrument, a chord that caused more aches than relief, i must place it down for peace sake..this song i must learn anew
Maybe this time i’ll cause less pain to my audience, didn’t mean to drag you down my blue, honky tonk, misguided ideas and thoughts of love,
I just had to…cant get pass mine, how did i manipulate the mind of the one i most cared for, how did this sweet tune turn soar and make him angry?
I thought it would raise his sensuality cause him to make mad love to me, but instead he left me,
Didn’t like the way in which i played.
I guess i played too much,perhaps i spent too many hours practicing the art instead of touching his heart
I broke it .
I didn’t care much then but now standing alone on this stage and no longer seeing the reaction on his face,
makes me see how much time i wasted trying to catch him and hyponotise him in my melody,
but sadly i was the one loosing the grip on reality
by playing a tune that had no real listeners .