To Want.

They might as well be puppies with big eyes

Looking for their forever home

To the player with a song in his heart

But in his wallet not enough dough

Sitting in that window

Waiting for the day

Waiting to tell the story

Of the past and the hands that played

It must have broke someone’s heart

To have to let you go

And it breaks the young players heart

To not have enough dough.

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