The sound of that old guitar
Isn't it something, singing to me?
Telling me to come over to it
Wanting me to touch is
Gently
I'll walk over to you
Just don't tell anyone you know
Keep on playing softly
I like to listen to you play
It slow
My hair is hanging down the side
Should I tell you how I feel?
Would you keep on playing smoothly?
Or would I ruin this moment
Like a loud automobile
My pants are kind of loose
And my shirt is too small
You don't notice it do you
You're not paying attention
At all
My eyes start to water
At the sound of that flowing life
The way the sound is living
In my blood, down my toes
I'm afraid nothing can stop me
I will follow wherever it goes
