Help is on its way
You keep changing every day
What's that that hangs upon your face?
Is there something on your mind?
Does the whole world seem so blind?
What's keeping you alive, this time?

Onward it goes on
And outward, nothing's wrong
You're just here to sing your song
But your throat, it feels just tired
As it pulls you back aside
It's about keeping it alive this time

Your guitar, it weeps a naive melody
And if you see her, say hello
Pick up your heart of gold