Callous fingers from your strings
Trying to make the guitar sing
And once again release the joy it brings
But even with the old notes played
The strings are rusted and slightly frayed
So I can’t get it sounding quite the same

When you get caught in what they want
It’s hard to remember who you are
A wild heart kept in the dark
A tired hand that’s fumbling for the door

Kept the branches dry from rain
But you brought matches and propane
And now the air in here could light aflame
Why so set on being right
All your words braced for the fight
But there are so many ways to see the light

When you get caught in what they want
It’s hard to remember who you are
A wild heart kept in the dark
A tired hand that’s fumbling for the door

When you get caught in what they want
It’s hard to remember who you are
A wild heart that’s kept too long in the dark
A tired hand that’s fumbling for the door
(The door is not locked, open it up)

When you get caught in what they want
It’s hard to remember who you are
A wild heart left in the dark
But the light can no longer be ignored