Five guitars
And no place to rest my head
In the morning
When I get home

Five guitars
In a world that's holding me back
From my fortune
From my gold

My world's turning the pages
Of life's favorite magazines
Where the plastic faces test time
And taste Cadillac dreams

But I don't mind at all
I got all I need hanging here on the wall
And when I'm taking it down
The world's got nothing at all

Five guitars
And no place to rest my head
In the morning
When I get home

Five guitars
In a world that's holding me back
From my fortune
From my gold