We All Play Guitar
Well I’ve got no idea about you but I had this idea of love
Now I know I can live without you but that was never the intention of my love
So I just wanted you to see me every little piece and part of me
And I tried to play the big star but oh, honey now I’m down on my knees singing
"Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight"
Oh, lord, we sing our hallelujahs in the dark
Oh, lord, we hang these souvenirs around our hearts
Like the fools that we are and honey, we all play guitar
She’s lying next to me and she is sleeping, through her window shines a blue light haze
Down stairs there’s a record playing Bruce Springsteen singing ‘Better Days’
“These are better days, better days with a girl like you”
Oh, lord, we sing our hallelujahs in the dark
Oh, lord, we hang these souvenirs around our hearts
Like the fools that we are and honey, we all play guitar
She lifts her hands up to my lips where she leaves her fingertips
She said, “I like the shape of your mouth and the way you kiss”
But now she’s gone to New Orleans and I know exactly what this means
She’s just another girl to miss and I know I’m going to have to deal with this
Well I guess it’s kind of funny I just got this rock n roll cliché
I’ve got no girl and I’ve got no money, my stupid heart just leads me astray singing
I met a girl who's five foot three she clicked her ruby red heels, dissapears from me
And I am left alone again
The music plays she'll dance across the floor, she'll take all you got boy still she'll want more
And I am left alone again
Oh, lord, we sing our hallelujahs in the dark
Oh, lord, we hang these souvenirs around our hearts
Oh, lord, my love is all wrong turns and false starts
Oh, lord, we build our dreams and they tear us apart
Oh, lord, I get so nervous when she’s around
Oh, lord, I put this girl on a pedestal, she comes tumbling down
On me, on you, on everything I do
On me, on you
Words and music by Christopher Moody