I woke up again this morning
To a beautiful blue sky
And the first thing that I did, Lord
Though I could not tell you why
Was to sing a song of sorrow
Even though my throat was dry
But there was no one there to hear it
Just me, myself and I
For the past few months now
I've been sleeping on my own
And I appreciate the leg room
But it's getting hard to keep waking up alone
And in the past there's been some women
Who thought I was worth a try
But none of them are here beside me
It's just me, myself, and I
I picked this old guitar at fifteen
But I never practiced all that much
It's just a tool for validation
And a far too common crutch
But when I play it for the people
Man it feels like do or die
But ain't no people here to listen
Just me, myself and I
Said ain't no people here to listen
It's just me, myself and I