You put a crack in my favorite guitar
I don't care about that I just wonder where you are
And if you think about me when you're alone in your care
Like I think about you while I'm driving in mine
I'm walking the path and I'm riding the route
There's a hole in my head and there's rain coming down
But there's birds in the sky and there's seeds in the ground
And I wish that I had met you now
You put a crack in my favorite guitar
But it's better than singing to myself in the hard
Or wishing I was where you are
I turned twenty five and I learned how to howl
All alone to myself and to throw in the towel
I wish that I had met you now
I turned twenty five, I've I've doing just fine
I can look in the mirror without losing my mind
Without losing my mind
I'm walking the path and I'm riding the route
With a hole in my head, with the rain coming down
But there's eggs in the nests in the trees in the ground
And I wish that I had met you now
