Calloused Fingers Won't Make You Strong, Edith Wong

a studio apartment somewhere new
somewhere far away from here
how does it feel?
are you lonesome?
now you've got first chair
but a broken heart won't mend
when your cello's your only friend
it doesn't matter what they're paying you,
edith wong
when you're sitting in the spotlight
a standing ovation every night
does it occur to you
that something isn't right?
when you're kissing someone new
but you know that your heart's not through
the last boy
do you say to yourself 'this'll do'?
you can hide in the cinema
you've got the money to spend
but the movies always end
then it's your life again
you can practice all day long
'til the notes are perfect,
but your hearts all wrong
calloused fingers wont make you strong,
edith wong