I see your hands moving up the neck
of the guitar and the frets
seamless, there is no sweat
when you play
today

the music, music
rings in your head
feeding your best attempts
to not be lead
away
today

I see the rhythms of your life
the social calls and the strife
I bet you know how to get it all right
today

look up, look up
from the depths of the game
string along with the versions you claim
and bring in a harp to blend the refrain
today

today gets a score
we know not what it’s for
and tomorrows can not afford
to be ignored
today