Mad Lute

[Verse 1] All around me are familiar sounds Worn-out strings, worn-out hands Bright and early for their daily plays Going nowhere, going nowhere And their tears drip down the wooden frame No expression, no refrain Hide my head, let the silence stay No tomorrow, no tomorrow [Chorus] And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The tunes in which I’m breaking Are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to play them ’Cause I find it hard to fake When fingers run in circles It’s a very, very Mad lyute Mad lyute Mad lyute Mad lyute [Verse 2] Children waiting for the day they play Happy birthday, forced to play Made to feel the way a player should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to practice, hands were cold No one heard me, no one told Hello teacher, what’s the lesson? Look right through me, look right through me [Chorus] And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The tunes in which I’m breaking Are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to play them ’Cause I find it hard to fake When fingers run in circles It’s a very, very Mad lyute Mad lyute Mad lyute Mad lyute [Interlude] (Bare lyute, cold and distant) [Final Chorus] And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The tunes in which I’m breaking Are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to play them ’Cause I find it hard to fake When fingers run in circles It’s a very, very Mad lyute Mad lyute