The First Movement

There's a voice in the wind so familiar it sings him to sleep

And yet it's melody's so terribly empty

So the boy drops his pen and wind section instrument

Cling to the beat and now together they ascend to an ending

It was a beautiful song the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond precious only to one

But the question remains and it plagued the boy's conscience for days

Who was this beautiful voice he kept hearing

So he sat and he waited so patiently

Aching to say that it was of her he'd been dreaming

It was a beautiful song the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond precious only to one

Patience for she's heard you and it's only a matter of time

She's on her way to come get you and you're going to be just fine

She pulled up at the street lights, get in we're going for ride

The walk's too long you'll get there in half the time

If you take a seat on the shotgun side, she's in the palm of your hand

She's in the palm of your hand

It was a beautiful song the first of many to come

But meant the start of a bond precious only to one

He sat and he gazed to the driver's seat somehow afraid

Now it's the chance you've been waiting

Come now boy at some point you would have to be brave

You should trust in yourself at least once in a while

If not today

And now she's driving in circles

And now she's driving in circles

And now she's driving in circles

And now she's driving in circles

She's in the palm of your hand

She's in the palm of your hand

It's now, don't skip on your chance

It's time, don't skip on your chance

It's time, don't skip on your chance

But what the future holds, no one knows