Gabrielle

Your porcelain keys and golden strings come natural as the blue jay sings You’re going places I can tell You’ll leave me here It’s just as well But if you end up in a place where someone tears your dress of lace Or if you find your keys are cracked, your strings have broke their honored pact I’ll still be here My notes aren’t pure my voice not clear my chords not sure but i’ll be waiting all the same when you become fed up with fame.