there is a shack in the woods it is summer there is preaching it is hot it is a saturday night there is no dancing but there is joy but it is forced and i can feel that piano's pain knowing there is a creek down the way where a girl offered me her foot and her brother said ok and i laughed we all laughed and she took my picture and wrote me a letter and i didn't understand it all but i took it all in took it at face value let it wash over me like warm creek water that made her toes and ankles and knees look like something out of the magazines my dad thought he had hidden under the stairs we were kids and we were meant to learn things in creeks and under stairs not in pews and like the piano in the corner i couldn't wait for someone to come pay attention to me so we could whisper secrets while no one was looking god is just a speed bump placed in the path of every summer weekend
i can feel that piano's pain
-matt specht