Each note I strike is on the mark.
Each song is sung on key.
The only thing that’s wrong with it
is that I’m never free.
One day I’ll get it wrong and then
my life will be off-key
and I will find the secret door
that opens to the sea.
I’ll wander round the wrecks
of time and check in at the bar.
And when my room is ready
I’ll find that’s where you are.