You say hello like a long lost friend. And play me like an old violin. And in a day or two you're gone again. And I wonder why I keep playing. I sit and watch the clouds each day.
I'm just an old guitar in the pawn shop down on the corner. And I'm waitin' for somebody to come by and play me now and then. My strings are kinda rusty and I'm a little dusty.
On his side of the bed. He's sleeping like a baby. Dreams are dancing in his head. Lying with his lady. It's a peaceful night. And everything's just fine.