I trust my soul to these strings
And they give it wings;
I trust what's left of my heart
To this sweet guitar
And though she may love me back
It's not quite what we had
And I'm left wond'ring:
Where are you?
'Cause I have these moments in the early morning
When I haven't gotten sleep all night
And I'm losing my will and my way
And I'm sinking and losing my fight with that feeling
Since you've been gone.
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