• One, Two, Three, Four
    Eigth, sixteenth, quarter, half
    Feet tapping on the concert hall floor
    Music playing and echoing
    We all need to think about our inner instrument
    Without it, we can not hear
    But if we found our inner instrument
    We could find ourselves
    She plays the quiet music of a violin
    Plays out among the rest
    But many don't know the cost of the win
    To play among the band

    He doesn't know what to do
    When he sees her on that stage
    The lovely lass he wants to woo
    But can't unless asked
    A snow white dress with long black hair
    How the long over takes him
    To be with something so fair
    But she's in the concert playing
    With people who clap at the end
    And he's in the rock playing
    With people who cheers throughout it

    She looks up and sees him
    Their eyes locking forever
    His eyes green, hers a dark blue
    And forever more
    Their music will continue playing
    Guitar and violin mixed
    Together, forever