December 24th, nine p.m.
Eastern Standard Time from here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of itInstead of my old shit
First shot Roger
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a yearThis won't tune
So we hear
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawalAre you talking to me?
Not at all
Are you ready? Hold that focus steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger?I'm writing one great song
The phone rings
Saved
We screen
Zoom in on the answering machine
Enjoy the lyrics !!!