Dry Fret Blues

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(Verse 1)

Another morning bleeds into the night then the night right back into the mornings haze, you tell me lues so good that the truth getha lost and fades away,

Did i say something wrong do i bot fit your perfect today,

Oh darlin, (oh baby, my live and learn, my i cant wait to find a better one abetter me on anothet day)

Staring at the ceiling, losing the light.

Got this rhythm pounding, deep inside my chest,

But the world keeps screaming, won't let my mind rest.

Trying to keep the song clear, trying to keep it true,

But the air is thick with things I've gotta do.

Sweat on the palm, anxiety's cruel sting,

Grip too tight on the neck, won't let the music swing.

(Chorus)

Oh, the desperate wondering, where can a soul hide?

Gotta keep the damn song clear, keep the fret board dry inside.

Just wanna find my secret oasis, where the neon sign is low,

Somewhere I can get high in peace, and let the good words flow.

Gotta write it all down, gotta get it out of me,

Release this built-up tension, just to finally be free.

(Verse 2)

The ink runs fast, but the meaning slows to a crawl,

Trapped in the hallway, pressed against the wall.

They say you gotta live, to write the truest line,

But this life feels like a sentence, a heavy, winding sign.

Prerequisite to my death, is that the only deal?

Can't we find a better way, a more honest way to feel?

Tired of the chaos, the noise that never ends,

Just need a few hours with my paper and my friends.

(Chorus)

Oh, the desperate wondering, where can a soul hide?

Gotta keep the damn song clear, keep the fret board dry inside.

Just wanna find my secret oasis, where the neon sign is low,

Somewhere I can get high in peace, and let the good words flow.

Gotta write it all down, gotta get it out of me,

Release this built-up tension, just to finally be free.

(Bridge)

Maybe the oasis ain't a place, maybe it's the tune,

The moment I stop fighting, beneath the fading moon.

Maybe the peace I'm chasing is the silence in the strum,

The moment the true words land, the battle is overcome.

Can't we learn to live better? Yeah, I scream it in the air,

Start with the music, banish the despair.

(Guitar/Instrumental Solo - A soaring, cathartic release that finally finds a clean, clear tone)

(Outro)

So I wipe the sweat off the rosewood, breathe deep and slow,

Let the desperate wondering finally start to go.

Just one clear song, just one dry fret...

Gotta write it down now... before I forget.

(Fade out with a lingering, sustained chord)