The subtle ache in my fingertips
Where calloused skin now grows
The love for my guitar certainly shows

I cannot wait
For the work day to end
So I can venture off
Guitar in hand
To the place
Where suburbia dare never blend

Amongst the trees
And a calming breeze
Beautiful music comes with ease

What things today may hold
What people i may meet
Is to be untold
Whatever the case
Amongst the beauty of growth
There be not a better place
To venture off
And put on a smiling face