Mr. Fingers

Is there one sweet one that i must
Reach for then i'm done
Is perfection a place, or just a
Glimpse at hard work's face
(repeat)

Out amongst the music trapped in its time
Mad men muse brought tears to my face
Dressed in the form of classical rhyme
Light the dawn, electrical graze

Kick out the fuse that left like a mine
Man your shoes are hard to replace

Top off a brew that brushed like a tie
Here are days when friends passed away
Except the news the weather is mild
Grandma used to love how you'd play
Brewed from a bruise but angled we smile
Bag your blues and slip in the way

Out amongst the music trapped in its time
Mad men muse brought tears to my face
Dressed in the form of classical rhyme
Light the dawning electrical graze