He sits all alone, playing his guitar
In the back of a small café
No one seems to hear so he closes his eyes
Just lets the music take him away

Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
He's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on when you're living on dreams
You can feel it inside and the guitar don't lie

There's a lady he knows, who often comes by
She's heavily into the blues
She requests the same song every night
Says it reminds her of someone she knew

A trace of her perfume floats across the room
Once they were close, shared all their dreams
But now all that he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly apart and the guitar don't lie

Some nights it gets cold, it makes him aware
That time is slipping away
If you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights there's traces of grey

But he knows what it's all about, to feel down and out
He's been there before, he's seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
It's a crazy old life and the guitar don't lie, oh no