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?

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?

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?

Is there one sweet one that I must
Reach for, then I'm done?

Pop on some 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 at the fuse that laughed like a mime
Man, your shoes are hard to replace
Top off a brew that brushed like a tie
Here are days when friends passed away

Accept the news, the weather is mild
Grandma used to love how you'd play
Blued from the bruise but able to smile
Bag your blues and sink in the way

Pop on some 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