I found your old guitar this morning dust still on the strings You used to play it in the kitchen while the coffee used to sing I never cared to learn it back then I was always passing through Now every chord I try to play just brings me back to you You said “son take care of your mama when the days turn dark and cold” I nodded like I understood like I was brave and strong and bold But the house grew quiet slowly after you were gone from view And I was just a boy pretending I knew what I should do So I play your old guitar late at night when no one’s there Every note’s a memory floating softly through the air And if somehow you hear me through the dark and through the blue Then this song is just a way of coming back to you She stared out through the window like the world had lost its light I tried to keep the promise but the days turned into nights There were moments in the silence where the laughter still broke through But some hearts just keep on breaking no matter what we do So I play your old guitar late at night when no one’s there Every note’s a memory floating softly through the air And if somehow you hear me through the dark and through the blue Then this song is just a way of coming back to you Maybe I was never ready maybe no one ever is For the weight of all the promises and the quiet after this But I carry all the good days every word and every tune And I swear I hear you smiling when I play this in the room Now I play your old guitar and the nights don’t feel as long Every scar and every memory somehow found its way to song And if love is holding on to the best of what we knew Then every chord I play tonight is a little piece of you
