Wild Society The Old Six-string
One sunday morning
There was something in the air
My fear grew stronger
And she wasn't there.
She left a note
On the kitchen table
Telling me how
I wasn't quite her fable.
Went back to bed
Thought about the angel
Walking out on me
Bringing me down on my knees
And then I saw it
In the corner of my room
The old six-string
I played to score her heart
And I rocked on rolling
Playing songs of former times
That I played in school
With my friends of rock and rhymes
As I played along to
The feelings in my heart
Crazy thoughts of mine
Were searching my soul
I thought of whether
She'd ever come back
Thinking if i'd ever
Just could forget
And then I saw it
In the corner of my room
The old six-string
I played to score her heart
And I rocked on rolling
Playing songs of former times
That I played in school
With my friends of rock and rhymes
I thougth about the times
That we spent together
There were good ones
But also stormy weather
I faced the fact
That this might be a good end
And starting over might
Give me a better friend
And then I saw it
In the corner of my room
The old six-string
I played to score her heart
And I rocked on rolling
Playing songs of former times
That I played in school
With my friends of rock and rhymes
And then I saw it
In the corner of my room
The old six-string
I played to score her heart
And I rocked on rolling
Playing songs of former times
That I played in school
With my friends of rock and rhymes
