A crowded room
She walks in
Sees him up on the stage
He’s playin’ a beat-up six-string
And milkin’ it
For all it’s worth
CHORUS
And she thinks…
I was meant for him
And he was meant fo r me
You could be my Lindsey Buckingha m
And I could set you free
A grea sy spoon
The cofee’s weak
They talk all night
He writes her a cheesy tune
She dosen’t care
It’s the thought that counts
CHORUS
They drive around
From town to town
Sharin’ what they’ve made
Liv in’ life on their own
Year after year
And day by day
CHORUS
Forty years
Have gone by
Since that fateful day
They’re makin’ beautiful music
As he plays
And she sings of Key
CHORUS
End
October 2003
My sister Joanie and I were
watching the Fleetwood Mac
reunion show on TV.
I watched Lindsey play the
guitar solo on “Landslide”
and fell in love with his skill.
I said to Joanie, “What I
really need is someone to
play the guitar for me and
be my Lindsey Buckingham.”
I had that in my head for a
YEAR before I ever found
the right lyrics to match.
This is a simple love story
in honor of the talented
Mr. Buckingham.
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And The Band Player On......................
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