I sit here listening to the keys as I type
Trying to figure out all the hype,
Queen plays in my head as loud as can be
My thoughts bite the dust swinging to bohemian rhapsody
The rhythm of the space bar makes haste
I have to get the beat out got no space to waste
My fingers jazz out in three time
Swinging back to New Orleans like a bluesy foosy rhyme
The keys keep springing right back to position
And I keep going on with this pretentious mission
My soul plays on, like the keys of my piano
But my heart has reached a brick wall with nowhere to go
If only I could dance to the rhythm of my own drum
Maybe someday that moment will come
If only we could sing out loud and clear
That music within our souls, without fear.