Vibration of Strings

First the firstborn then the third eye

His way to see the melodies

He felt his heart and he fed his soul

While wringing out the remedies

Some things were just out of reach

he thought that he'd just go

Following them near and far?

finding hidden relatives

But now it's time to pack up and head home

And cross some streams again

To cross them now and try to swim again

Friend came in from some dark corner

he fell from the sky

Listen to this, and check out that

This is the shit, this is where it's at

Air loaded down and jagged

made to be sold and peddled around

Buttons for one and zero

But not a string making sound

But now it's time to pack up and head home

And cross some streams again

To cross them now and try to swim again