Music provides the mood
for movies, plays
parties and food
I'm a fiddler, that's my thing
I provide moods, gimme a ring
~ not afraid to play 'second string'
Hating you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do
Hating your smile, your eyes beaming into mine
Hating your kiss, your embrace
Yet hating you is worth everything you’ve put me through
Hating her for taking your lips from mine
Hating her perfect body, her gorgeous shape
Hating her for being perfect for you
Just make me hate you more
I’m worth more than this
I’m not second string
And you’ve made me nothing but second choice
Just the one you thought you had to settle for
So why am still in love with you?
I gotta start something new, a new chapter, leave behind the old,
I’m tired, worn out, I’m feeling like Ive been left out in the cold,
I don’t have a plan, this time I’m gonna wing it, throw it out and sling it,
see who will understand, who will even care, that I’m losing grip and slipping,
I’m tired of falling down and tripping, being torn apart,
and feeling like my seams are always ripping,
so I’m leaving for a while, no one will miss me, no one will notice that I’m gone,
no one will say good bye, when I start moving on, but it really doesn't matter,
it’s time to switch the batter, let em take a swing, move me to the second string,
Ive hit a few, and you can bet Ive missed some too,
but Ive always done the best, that i could do,
and now it’s time for something new,
I’ll go see whats waiting for me, down the road a mile or two,
I’ll just keep looking until I find, a little peace of mind,
and a part of me that’s stayed true, and I’ll rest my weary bones,
somewhere underneath a big old sky, filled with deeper shades of blue.
people on the street.
chance to meet.
some are bitter.
some are new.
find a way to help.
just a smile, another mile.
choices are hard, sometimes few.
when your young , have more fun.
I was young ,joined the army.
didn,t grow up big farmy.
not a farm , a way.
a job, any job, way.
lifted my mom from her despair, a while.
crippled by Parkison disease, not at ease.
i'm in a freeze .
the night is chill.
pay while you can.
fan still sees the field.
players running, looking for a win.
some are second string, what's that thing.
standing on the corner, were all there.
helping hand, where despair.
The moment the second string is cut
and the cog flies through space
until it settles on the bottom
and the third string reveals itself!
The bondage, torture and the pain.
The admiring love and hatred,
with that one girl that play the mind games.
She different but at the same time she just like all the same
by not knowing what she wants or how she feels.
She can't help how things had went
and she don't know how to fix this big ordeal
Things went to fast, to fast like getting hit in the face
. we lost this race so bring on the new dates
b/c i no there not all the same,
i can get off this bench now
and i can be the next player in this game..