What Are We Waiting For?

Your song lilts like a whistling parakeet
Touch the paper and feel the rhythm on this sheet
Of all the songs I've penned there is no finer tune
You're the song I want to sing, mine are picayune

If you think you're out of key you couldn't be more wrong
Lyrics intertwined with chords, you're no common song
Word after word I write, but me, I'm out of key
The gate stays locked till you're in harmony with me

I'll search through every note that I have not explored
Sooner or later I'll discover your lost chord
Some songs come naturally, some must be lived through
Only time will tell if I can tune up with you

The words are all there, but the songs are incomplete
I can't play them for you, my songs are all effete
Yet if we were together you could feel the beat
Of this song you've inspired in one who is aesthete