I was twelve years old when I picked up my first guitar
I marveled at the way it felt in my hand
My fingers hurt for days but I could not put it down
It held something I had to understand
Learning to form the words
That my heart must say
Find the time to practice them
Each and every day
Don't worry about what they might
Or they might not say
Just tell them all I must first crawl
I'm learning to play
I could close my eyes for one million years
And dream of songs I've yet to write
Hands forming chords that feed deep pools of tears
Looks like I'm going there tonight