Me and my guitar, we’re sitting
Here, all alone.
Trying out some simple chords
To fill this empty home.
Fingers strumming a straight 4/4,
Progress chords, from G to C.
All that’s missing is the heart and soul,
It got stolen away from me.
So why do I fall so hard
Upon your walls of stone?
And why do I dream we’re happy,
And then wake up, alone?
I guess me and my guitar should carry on together,
Music makes a house a home…