I was told to stop
It was then I was 
a man thrown overboard
sinking further

joyous light grew dim 
but never would I stop
I got the blues deep
played the walking bass 

along the sea bed
my guiding light
bio-luminescence 
picking out my two-step 

shuffle beyond a wreck
passing through shadows 
sensing my path rise I found
the shoulder of an island

perhaps I should call home
it was then I surfaced 
adding my languid melody 
to the honeyed air

if my small guitar could speak
you'd know all I saw there
(but you don't really care
for music do ya?)
ask me why I play and I'll tell ya
I'm just scratching an itch