(x4)
He s its all al one pl aying his guita r
I n the b ack of a s mall caf é
No o ne seems to h ear so he c loses his e yes
J ust lets the m usic t ake him aw ay
S inging songs of l ove s ongs of broken h earts
He's w orn out his l uck and his l ast pair of j eans
But you k eep going o n when you're l iving on d reams
You can f eel it ins ide and the g uitar don't l ie
There's a l ady he k nows who o ften comes b y
S he's a nice little girl an d she's heavily into th e blues
She r equests the s ame song e very n ight
S ays it rem inds her of s omeone she k new
A t race of her perf ume f loats across the r oom
O nce they were c lose s hared all their d reams
But now a ll that he f eels is a p hysical t hing
They grow s lowly ap art and the g uitar don't l ie
(Instrumental)
Some n ights it gets c old it m akes him aw are
T he time's moving on and it's slippin g away
I f you look c lose at his d ark curly h air
U nder the l ights there's t races of gr ey
But he k nows what it's a ll ab out to feel down and o ut
He's b een there bef ore h e's seen it a ll
And you l earn to surv ive with your b ack to the w all
It's a c razy old l ife and the g uitar don't l ie
T he guitar don't li e ...