Callous fingers from your strings Trying to make the guitar sing And once again release the joy it brings But even with the old notes played The strings are rusted and slightly frayed So I can't get it sounding quite the same When you get caught in what they want It's hard to remember who you are A wild heart kept in the dark A tired hand that's fumbling for the door ♪ Kept the branches dry from rain But you brought matches and propane And now the air in here could light a flame Why so set on being right All your words braced for the fight But there are so many ways to see the light When you get caught in what they want It's hard to remember who you are A wild heart kept in the dark A tired hand that's fumbling for the door ♪ When you get caught in what they want It's hard to remember who you are A wild heart that's kept too long in the dark A tired hand that's fumbling for the door (The door is not locked, open it up) When you get caught in what they want It's hard to remember who you are A wild heart left in the dark But the light can no longer be ignored