Текст песни
Spent a week just learning how to make my fingers move.
Another one on time until I found myself a groove.
Wrote the changes on my hand so I could keep them straight.
Played it in the kitchen till it sounded pretty great.
All the starts and stops became a rhythm I could feel.
Something clicked inside me and it suddenly got real.
Now I'm playing melodies I never thought I'd know.
Every note's a victory, every strum's a show.
Finally got it figured out, the whole thing front to back.
Another one on time until I found myself a groove.
Wrote the changes on my hand so I could keep them straight.
Played it in the kitchen till it sounded pretty great.
All the starts and stops became a rhythm I could feel.
Something clicked inside me and it suddenly got real.
Now I'm playing melodies I never thought I'd know.
Every note's a victory, every strum's a show.
Finally got it figured out, the whole thing front to back.