Intro : (x4)
He sits all a lone, playing his gui tar
In the back of a small ca fé
No one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
Just lets the music take him a way
Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
He's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when you're living on dreams
You can feel it in side and the guitar don't lie
There's a lady he knows, who often comes by
She's a nice little girl a nd she's heavily into t he blues
She requests the same song every night
Says it re minds her of someone she knew
A trace of her per fume floats across the room
Once they were close, shared all their dreams
But now all that he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly a part and the guitar don't lie
(Instrumental)
Some nights it gets cold, it makes him a ware
The time's moving on an d it's slippi ng away
If you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights there's traces of g rey
But he knows what it's all a bout, to feel down and out
He's been there be fore, he's seen it all
And you learn to sur vive with your back to the wall
It's a crazy old life and the guitar don't lie,
The guitar don't l ie .. .