C Sharps - B flats floating smoke above cool cats
Imagine sounds with checkmate breath
The first unheard word say’s the rest
Hardwoods in small crowded rooms
Music more beautiful than any famous tune
Notes that float colors into your heart
Your first feelings of falling apart
In honor the band bows its head in pain
The best words I’ve ever heard- hurt and then stain
Sun on top of sugar can never explain
How a simmering audience pleads- give us more
Teen youth and rhythm first time to soar
Fame could never explain these songs
Flames that burn you all night long
Songs that sip from deepen soul
First time teens come to know
What music means
Welcome to the world
Welcome to the scene
Welcome my friends
“Welcome to the machine”
