Deep inside your hollow mind
Soft music plays off key
Out of tune and lost outside
That sound bewilders me
Even though the voice that sings
Is quaint in every way
The instrument that emits those tones
Sounds quite in disarray
Surely you must feel it faulter
You have to hear it die
Every note outside the chord
Could not just pass you by
Every day your ears do hear
Each stroke that's off the charts
And every day you take a step
To fit yourself to every part
The off-key notes inside your mind
are that of which are wrong
So why do you go and change yourself
to fit each misplaced song?