<div align=center>Don't Understand I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will. I love the melody, And hate it in the same breath And wish it would go on and on So that I could dance to it Anyway. But there is music everywhere, Bright colors and this song in the air This song I never before heard But always wondered How to Play. Colors here and there I see blue, I see red, I see All the colors swirling 'round my head But I reach out to catch the ones I want and they are gone. I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will. I want to go to the place Where this song comes from And dance to it all through the day The words are there, I just can't Can't understand Them. I just want to sing it anyway Don't know what to do, the notes to play The fingerings, the harmony But I do so clearly see The Melody. Slow it down, just for me So I can see how it's gonna be You are making me sing without words In a language that can't Be Heard. I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will. But the hope in my head With it's downy crest Keeps on a'crowing and a'singing From it's beautifully downy nest, Never Flown Before. And it goes on and plays Songs I've never hear before That Bird in the band, on and on I just can't stand to only listen- I want To Play. If I hold up a cage for it Will it fly to me and sit In that big, open-air cage On it's own if I show it that I want To Sing? But I want to sing it I want to play it I want to dance it I want to catch it I want to understand it. I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will. That Bird in the band? I want to ask it if it will Let me catch it and give it a home See it singing, I want to hold it And Make It Mine. Wishing with my own song, A little bit different, calling- shout! But bursting forth, the melody in, the harmony without That song I try to play with the Bird's Without Words. I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will. It will fly soon, maybe before I can sing with that little feathered thing The funny little Bird with such bright feathers That took my heart and somehow forced it To Sing. Should I call out, or should I quietly Hum that song that seems to be everywhere In the colors and the music and the streets And the sunny little town that has its ups and Its Downs. That song is the one that I really want To sing so loud that the little Bird will hear it And answer it if I sing the melody, Make it ring, ask the harmony for My Melody. I don't understand This song I'm playing This song I'm singing And I don't think that I ever will.</div> Crit? And yes, the 'Bird' is a metaphor.
