Lyrics

o, guitar
Who tells us how we feel
When we ourselves can't say

o, guitar
Complaining or sobbing

Both hands expressing
And telling the world what's missing
O, guitar
When we ourselves are not so sure

O, guitar, who tells us how we feel
When we ourselves are not in touch
O, guitar, when we wake up and play

Both hands ready to show
What we might still not know
O guitar
When we ourselves are not so sure

Both hands work in different ways
Both hands saying things that we can't say,
oh

Telling the world the way we feel
What we ourselves cannot reveal, o guitar
When we ourselves are not so sure

I learn the way things are when I sit there with my guitar
Oh, guitar, when we ourselves are not so sure