All of my time with six of them
Words of this wandering mind
Flow to the beats of their rhythm
A soundless heart’s song goes so fine
I could let them work in tandem
Or just let each one take a turn
Or, two, up to six at a time
Hit them hard, they never complain
They’re tightly tied, top to bottom
So-hardly pulled from every end
I pull, slap, hammer them
Only, they’re good when they’re fine-tuned
All of my time with six of them
Words of this wandering mind
Flow to the beats of their rhythm
A soundless heart’s song goes so fine
I could let them work in tandem
Or just let each one take a turn
Or, two, up to six at a time
Hit them hard, they never complain
They’re tightly tied, top to bottom
So-hardly pulled from every end
I pull, slap, hammer them
Only, they’re good when they’re fine-tuned
All of my time with six of them
Words of this wandering mind
Flow to the beats of their rhythm
A soundless heart’s song goes so fine
I could let them work in tandem
Or just let each one take a turn
Or, two, up to six at a time
Hit them hard, they never complain
They’re tightly tied, top to bottom
So-hardly pulled from every end
I pull, slap, hammer them
Only, they’re good when they’re fine-tuned
