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