Feb 20, 2011 18:49
[Jayne's sitting outside the clinic, his watch at his side, peering down at some sheet music spread out on the ground before him. His brow furrows in confusion as he plucks at a few notes, checks his fingering, then glowers down at the music again]
Ruttin' hell, it ain't like I ain't never-
[Grumbling to himself, he plucks out a few more notes, the beginnings of a song starting to take shape. It takes him a bit of trial and error, but eventually, he leans back with a nod of contentment, and begins to play again.]
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
If you need a light, I'd find a match.
'Cuz I love the way you say good mornin'.
And you take me the way I am.
If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
If your head is achin', I'll make it better.
'Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.