I can't be afraid of the new scales on the neck
I will either practice or let them fly away
Now, my four fingers have become slick
And in order to glide
I have to bend the higher strings
I can hear without the plug-in
And I can keep tuned to completion
For I now I have no lack of patience
And being awash by memory
I will stick to it like crazy glue
I have feeling and I show it to the last note
Months ago the intention kicked-off the energy
And my musical passions emerged from the dead time
That hungered for some movement