I want somethin’ happy-tappy like a boogie woogie beat,
Gimme some of that rhythm drop a needle in the groove,
Send it rockin’ through my body til it saturates my shoes,
I gotta have it, I gotta grab it, like I did that night when I
Fell in love with you, singin’,
Rip-rap, tip-tap, tell me when you’re comin’ back...
Musical memories, emotional tweaks,
The past ever trapped by the bars of a song,
Released by the heart turning silver to blonde.
Auburn all colours in fact, she’s there in
The music, and so too is he, somewhat
Hidden by time, ‘til a song sets them free.
Both are possessed of their own tuning fork,
A classical twist, or a jazz overtone,
Each extra special, each one to their own.
Be prepared for the tears that may follow behind,
Love is the tempo, our heartstrings the proof,
Music the ploughshare that cuts to the truth.