Caught my eye, in a flash of lightning in the rain
Out in the darkness, with a banjo in your hands
You came into the firelight, to the circle from the gloom
I was standing child like, while you got yourself in tune
And a bridge player, could be an all-time player too
But a knuckleball catcher, only gets one job to do
He only gets on job to do a slide of the whole form
two frets up
You played your melody, it was too much for me
It froze my flesh down, to minus nine degrees
I was passing a grave yard, full of flowers on mother?s day
That?s the last time I let a stranger rip my heart this way
Now a good mother, could be a dashboard drummer to
And a bridge player, be an all time player when he?s through
But a knuckleball catcher, only gets one job to do
When your trial was finished, you slipped out in the quiet