There\'s a song, here in my hands,
that I cannot find the chords for
There\'s a poem in my mouth
that has no words
Somewhere deep inside
where all my demons hide
There\'s a story I could tell
that won\'t be heard
There\'s ink smeared on my fingers
that never found a page
And paint splashed on my shirt
that has no canvas
There\'s a rhythm in my fingers
that will forever linger
because the world is cruel
so I\'ve learned to take no chances.