Lyrics:

Carrying on my own the dream I always wanted you to know
I was just following your car, why did you go to Netherlands?
"I've got to learn a style that nearly fight for all my life"
You said calm

Sitting on a chair I feel like I don't know what's a guitar
You're standing opposite to me until we buy America
So, will you come with me tonight? Play within our styles
And do not worry about the age, you're capable of ache
You've got a cello on your back, a "celli" in my mind
And you know better how to move
You're perfect when youre good