I'm sitting here all alone in the dark And I can't quite figure out this next part My hands are numb from these poor strings But I can't stop when my heart sings What 'd do without my guitar now I would do something useful but I don't know how But whatever that is, it wouldn't be whole It wouldn't speak like music to my soul
These notes swirl around in my head I can't get them out but I'd rather be dead than to have them removed, these remedies Me and my little mental melodies
I tried zoning out, messing with doubts But they're still here on my cranium couch They have made their home as a welcome tenant I prefer to stick around than to forget it If they ever left, I wouldn't sing the blues For singing then I couldn't choose I'd just be the color of the deep sky Waiting for them so that I could fly