Calloused Fingers Won't Make You Strong, Edith Wong

A studio apartment somewhere new
Somewhere far away from here
How does it feel?
Are you lonesome?
Now you’ve got first chair
But a broken heart won’t mend
When your cello’s your only friend
It doesn’t matter what they’re paying you, Edith Wong
When you’re sitting in the spotlight
A standing ovation every night
Does it occur to you
That something isn’t right?
And when you’re kissing someone new
But you know that your heart’s not through
With the last boy
Do you say to yourself, «This'll do»?
You can hide in the cinema
You’ve got the money to spend
But the movies always end
And then it’s your life again
You can practice all day long
Until the notes are perfect
But your heart’s all wrong
Calloused fingers won’t make you strong, Edith Wong