Sing To Me


I move along with my guitar, never goes away
she is with me through the night and in the morning she stays
I wash away like yesterday, float down the stream through all my ways
she accompanies my steps in all my days
she has six strings that I know just how to work and how to play
we speak a language of our own every minute of the day
we get along into the song
I find her heart and I make it strong, and
she backs me up when everyone has gone away, and
she sings to me...

she never goes very far
she stays around no matter what I am doing
she is there for me
I know that she don’t know the words
I don’t care, I kinda like it
less the talking, a little more the melody
she reaches out without a touch
she knows that whatever I love
ends up broken in the past and out the door
I have broken her before I let her fall onto the floor
I call it character and I love her more
when she sings to me...