Sitting Here With This Old Guitar

Verse 1

Clock hits six I lace my boots

Same routine a million times

Cornrows growing in the fields I chose

Trading sweat for borrowed time

I built the fences with these hands

Watched the sun burn down the lane

Every nail a promise that I made

In the back of my own name

Pre-Chorus

And I'm wondering where it went

The spark I used to know

Somewhere down the gravel road

Chorus

Working all week building a better tomorrow

But the tomorrow never feels like mine

She walked out in the spring rain

Left a hole I can't define

So I'm sitting here with this old guitar

Picking out the quiet sound

Trying to find the man I was

Before the dark came around

Post-Chorus

Mm-mm hmm

Sunday strings and Sunday thoughts

Mm-mm hmm

Verse 2

Love left long ago I guess

Didn't even say goodbye

Just a note down on the counter

And a shadow in my eye

I've got calluses that tell stories

Got a tune that knows my name

Every chord a little window

Through the rain

Pre-Chorus

And I'm staring at the ceiling

At the far end of the night

Wondering if I'm doing this right

Chorus

Working all week building a better tomorrow

But the tomorrow never feels like mine

She walked out in the spring rain

Left a hole I can't define

So I'm sitting here with this old guitar

Picking out the quiet sound

Trying to find the man I was

Before the dark came around

Breakdown

Maybe this picture isn't finished

Maybe I'm not done

Just a few more verses in me

Before the night is gone

Chorus

Working all week building a better tomorrow

But the tomorrow never feels like mine

She walked out in the spring rain

Left a hole I can't define

So I'm sitting here with this old guitar

Picking out the quiet sound

Trying to find the man I was

Before the dark came around

Post-Chorus

Mm-mm hmm

Sunday strings and Sunday thoughts

Mm-mm hmm