A Man Who Plays Guitar

That I were that neck, that body

That I were those strings, that chord

That I were the sweet melody

That plays to my soul

Plays to my soul

That I were the delicate tension

That sings as you fret and moan

That wailing I dare not mention

That carries me home

Carries me home

I love a man who plays guitar

I know who you are

How you play that guitar

Play that guitar

That I were the tone you’re seeking

That ominous quest to find

That singular truth in meaning

That bypasses time

Bypasses time

I love a man who plays guitar

I know who you are

How you play that guitar

Play that guitar

I love a man who plays guitar

I know who you are

How you play that guitar

Play that guitar

That I were that neck, that body

That I were those strings, that chord