Guitar pick is Falling gently On the table Here I got it a new song of mine 'Nother waste of time I'm the hero I'm the master The creator Praise the child to make him feel alright
Guitar pick is Fallin' gently on the table Everybody's gonna be a star I'm the master The creator Dreamin' of a magic elevator That will rise me up above the sky
Established scheme for muscles under my skin For thoughts under the core of my brain Sometimes think that all the songs I've made Should have remained somewhere Where they all always remained
Guitar pick is Falling gently On the table Here I got it I'd been sitting All the evening with a piece of paper Until I found out it would make no sense
Guitar pick is Falling gently On the table Here I got it a new song of mine 'Nother waste of time I'm the hero I'm the master The creator Praise the child to make him feel alright
Guitar pick is fallin' gently on the table Could have been stars but for the rules of life Could have been stars but for the rules of life Could have been stars but for the rules of life