Walking down this road in the rain
The world driving by don't see my pain
An old guitar and a new backpack
My worldly possessions on my back
And I wonder if I'm on this road forever
Always thinking of the smell of her hair
The warmth of her smile I remember
My memory almost gets me there
My pack with my clothes and a few personal things
My Guitar holds my songs with all my memories
But my guitar's missing strings or so it seems
My guitar's missing strings or so it seems
My last song was a story of my world crashing down
When my job and my lady both left town
The next songs not written my destinations not known
The dusts not yet settled from my view alone
And I wonder if I'm on this road forever
Always thinking of the smell of her hair
The warmth of her smile I remember
My memory almost gets me there
My pack with my clothes and a few personal things
My Guitar holds my songs with all my memories
But my guitar's missing strings or so it seems
My guitar's missing strings or so it seems
My guitar's missing strings or so it seems