Sing me a song.Maybe I'm not the lucky onewho commands a song;plays and fiddles and noodlesbut honey, it don't flow.I like the faces they makeand the ideas they feel.2 am, we meet againHold me like you hold your guitarthen I know I'm home.We're all searching for that one note-the high one she can't hit,the low one that tugs and thugz yourheartstrings.Sing me a songthat's only I, me, mine.I'm waiting on a definition