Piano Lessons & Second Chances

(mmm-hmmm) Every Thursday at a quarter to four We walk up the steps

to your red wooden door She holds her notebook,

I carry her bag

Just a little girl and her quiet single dad

You sit on the bench,

and you show her the keys

While I'm in the hallway,

weak in the knees

Listening to the notes rise and fall

(yeah) And you teach her the melody

But you're teaching my heart how to feel

Every scale that you play is a promise of some kind of

real

Yeah, you teach her the melody

You tell her she's shining,

you tell her well done

We watch the clock move under the sun

I look at the music,

but I look at your face Wondering if there is room in

this space

And you teach her the melody

But you're teaching my heart how to feel

Every scale that you play is a promise of some kind of

real

Yeah, you teach her the melody

We talk by the doorway

when the hour is done About assignments and practice,

but my mind starts to run

Do you hear my heart beating through the wood of the floor?

(oh-oh-oh) She plays her song in the back of the car Singing

along, we're not very far

I'm humming your theme (hummmm)