Second-Hand Steinway - James Yuill

A sound follows me

Down, down into the belly

Of the beast, quietly

'Cause we have individual styles

But we share a second-hand Steinway

And if someone plays

And we’re hearing the same

Sound, it must be near

And you complain every time

But it’s something, something that we hear

And you let me in

I, I will be your masterful grip night and day

'Cause we have unmistakable styles

But we share a second-hand Steinway

Remember the old times

Forget the sign way

And if someone plays

And we’re hearing the same

Sound, it must be near

And you complain every time

But it’s something, something that we share

Second-hand

Someone plays

And we hearing the same

Sound, it must be near

I made the plays through door and hallways

The sound caught in my head

And I heard you say

What is wrong, what is wrong

But today the sound didn’t play

Didn’t play