SECOND FIDDLE

I'm not good at second fiddle
I have to be out in front
I'm not the kind who fakes it
I never learned to punt


I'm not that good at second string
I have to lead the way
I don't know how to follow you
I never learned to play


So hold my hand as steadily
As you rosin up the bow
Teach me how to pluck the strings
That's all I need to know


For when I sit and think about
The darkness of the night
The quiet times between the songs
My eyes don't have the sight


For I never learned to see through pain
I haven't got the knack
But shattered souls are gifts from God
'Cos light shines through the cracks


No, I can't stand for second fiddle
I have to sing the lead
So pick a song you silly one
And try some harmony


For you will be much happier
If I win this one for now
You can show me what to play
And I can show you how