Black Telecaster (feat. Matt Francisco, vocal, Tom Hyatt, bass & Art Thompson, drums)

A young boy floating aimlessly, Heard a sound that turned the sky From black to blue in the blink of an eye The music time had long forgot Awoke in him that day He bought a black guitar to carry him away He let the music flood inside To drown the growing pains An awkward boy with music on the brain Life-long Friends and a life-long love From this glowing guiding star Were channeled through that battered black guitar Hanging in the store window December '85 Three chords were all it took for him to know A six-string made of Magic Power Made him feel alive A black Telecaster let the future glow A million songs and a million miles And mistakes turned into art. The music biz was tearing at his heart He had to sell the black guitar For rent and food and gas And he felt the magic fade into the past Hanging in a store window In 1995. The wrong dream at the wrong time didn't pay. As The World turned slowly on And he turned to wave goodbye He knew that he'd be back for it one day Eight years on in a music store and something caught his eye A road-worn black guitar on a bottom hook It still had the battle scar from a bottle in a bar A deep breath and three chords were all it took Time had passed and the love was back And the black guitar made him whole again. The voice of youth and the sound of thunder The music time forgot turned up to "10"