Ed Wachter

Wood Guitar

Here we are
A final moment
Found inside a wood guitar
That splits the seams wide open, but lo
'cause i know who you are
You paint the doors and walls and listen for the bell-chime calls
And life is nothing more at all than tea-cup drips and bouncing balls
And oh, it's real and never fading
I'll listen to the strings you strum and all the words you're saying now
Ooh, sing a song
A song with feeling
That sounds best when you've hit the bong
And concludes deeper meaning, but oh
'cause i know sometimes
All the thoughts can sometimes hit
Confusion as the record skips
But who are these fools that think you're hip
When all the world is full of shit
And oh, i hear the tunes you're playing
It splits inside the summer sky