Vienna Teng - Boy at the Piano lyrics

Ten fingers ten dancers
An uncanny intuition of when
And how to pirouette
Eyes darting over the invisible page
Which is riddled with a road map
Of chords that guide without regret
Into the precarious land of improvisation
A one player band amid conversation

Two hands, a measurin' leisure time
Two hands skimmin' over keys, "that's fine"
Says the girl in the corner
The kid on the ledge
And the Boy at the Piano plays on

Well often, I've come to watch him play
And it seems to me so funny
He doesn't even know I'm there
Well the music, it takes him to another world
Sudden playful pauses, dramatic clauses
Melodies from empty air
Noontime master of improvisation
A one player band amid conversation

Two hands, a measurin' leisure time
Two hands skimmin' over keys, "that's fine"
Says the girl in the corner
The kid on the ledge
And the Boy at the Piano plays on

Two hands, a measurin' leisure time
Two hands skimmin' over keys, "that's fine"
Says the girl in the corner
The kid on the ledge
And the Boy at the Piano plays on