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