Different Strings, Same Song

[Verse] He plays his rock 'n' roll loud in his truck, She hums to a fiddle, just her and her luck. I strum my guitar to the tales that I know, Different tunes in this world, all part of the show. [Verse 2] He’s got his records with beats I don’t get, She loves the waltz, her favorite cassette. I tip my hat to the songs they adore, Even if they ain't what I'm singing for. [Chorus] Different strings, but it’s the same old song, We all find a rhythm where we belong. So raise up a hand to the music we choose, Respect the melody, no matter the muse. [Verse 3] She sings her soul to a gospel refrain, He’s got a techno pulse running through his veins. I find my peace in a banjo's twang, But we’re all just folks in the music’s name. [Bridge] It’s a language that don’t need a single word, From the city streets to the calls of the birds. Each note carries a story, each chord has a place, In the heart of the world, it’s a shared embrace. [Chorus] Different strings, but it’s the same old song, We all find a rhythm where we belong. So raise up a hand to the music we choose, Respect the melody, no matter the muse.