There's a guitar in the corner

That used to have a song

I would hold it while it played me

And I would sing along



There was a happy song about her

Loving me like I loved her

But the strings no longer ring

And things are not the way they were



Now when I need a song

My mind goes back where I belong

When I'm not there

And the future is not clear

And the past is just a smoke ring in the air



And that guitar in the corner

Just waits there by the wall

Standing guard and thinking

A new song might come to call

And free us from this minor key

That we both been living in

And will pick up where we left off

And play some songs again



Now when I need a song

My mind goes back where I belong

I'm not there and the future is not clear

And the past is just a smoke ring in the air



That guitar in the corner

Just waits there by the wall

Standing guard and thinking

A new song might come to call

And free us from this minor key

That we've both been living in

And we look it up where we left off

And play some songs again



There's a guitar in the corner

That used to have our songs

I would hold it when I played it

And I would sing along