The shadow, in the corner of the bar,
Takes up an old guitar, and strums a lazy strum,
He strums it for you, only for you.
The hummingbird, spins his tiny wings,
Have you heard the song he sings,
When he hums his crazy hums,
He hums them for you, only for you.
This calender, holds a thousand days,
Did you hear the sound he made,
As he turned another page,
He turned it for you, only for you.