Wood Guitar

Here we are

A final moment

Found inside a wood guitar

That splits the seams wide open, but lo

'cause i know who you are

You paint the doors and walls and listen for the bell-chime calls

And life is nothing more at all than tea-cup drips and bouncing balls

And oh, it's real and never fading

I'll listen to the strings you strum and all the words you're saying now

Ooh, sing a song

A song with feeling

That sounds best when you've hit the bong

And concludes deeper meaning, but oh

'cause i know sometimes

All the thoughts can sometimes hit

Confusion as the record skips

But who are these fools that think you're hip

When all the world is full of shit

And oh, i hear the tunes you're playing

It splits inside the summer sky

It's softly cascading on