Like a boat on a river This bus is floating down this old highway Looking out the window I think about how I got here today Oh, anyone who’s anywhere Had some help getting there, it’s true One of the reasons Why I get to do the things I do
I met this angel with calloused hands Who let this boy into his band Under his wing I learned to fly On these six strings, through this life You can hear him in my playing, although he’s gone And I owe him so much more than just this song
Like a leaf that had fallen I was drifting down the stream Mr Guitar came into my life And let me live this dream His old Brecht still speaking It’s teaching all of us a tone He was my friend and my hero All wrapped up in one
I met this angel with calloused hands Who let this naive boy into his band Under his wing I learned to fly On these six strings, into the night I can still hear him playing, although he’s gone And I owe him so much more than just this song
And every face we see From every stage we roam With every note we play Even though they’re gone They live on, they live on