Waiting here by the lake
Only this old guitar in these arms
Still remember the song that used to make us cry
Can't recall those chords but the melody's still alive
Somehow I think I've been here before
I've seen those dots on the shore
We used to play under that tree
Those long lost leaves, nowhere to be seen
and now the nearby river festival pays a fee
I still wait for something to take me away
Sometimes I wish that I'd be dead
There's no one to call my name
I might aswell lay by my dying bed
In my memories I'm whole again
Daydreams taking away the pain
For a while in my life, there hasn't been anyone
and I have been easy to ignore
All the jobs are gone
All the gold has gone
All the wealth has gone
All the fame has gone
All the friends are gone
All the love has gone
All the health has gone
Still I'm hangin' on
Still I'm hangin' on
and the six string keeps waving the same old song
