I'll pick up this guitar and play you one
last tune
knowing the the strings are old, I can only
play the blues
the chords are in minor keys, the low E
drowns out the high E
the strings in between can hold the rythm
only so long
my fingers fumble with the melody, as
my mind, full of thoughts, of long ago

each note played was a sharp
now they are flatten, as I think of you
perhaps its alright to be out of tune
knowing you wont be back anytime soon

but with the turn of the peg
and my words, I'll beg
let me slide up the neck
for a crisper sound
enticing you to come back
with this new tune I found