Guitar-String Lover

When can I call-
If I ever feel the need to?
When can I call-
That is to say, I'm wanted to?

You leave snowflakes in my ear
Wrap me in a blanket of fleece
So I might melt your words away

Straddle this swing with me
Like we used to
When we could talk,
Without thinking twice.
When we could talk
And not have to try

Art never seemed so loveless
As when you sang your words of good-bye
Your guitar strings strum
And my eyes turn to run
From this devilish sight of you gone

Chords of broken hearts
Your striking words
Like digging nails
And stories of what's to come
Of what goodbye will mean to me

Your shadow doesn't follow
I don't see you standing beside
So I'll cry alone
On this long walk home
And wonder who your next
Listener will be