Your Guitar

You sold your guitar
And walked down the street
To your favorite bar
Inside you found me
You told me that you
Were tired of the beat

Tired of the beat
That drove you to be
Broke and alone
In need of relief

That drove you to drive
For millions of miles
For half-hearted smiles
Through climbers and trials
Through lovers and friends
Unbearable trends
The means and the ends
Neither of which
You can defend

You sold your guitar
And walked down the street
Got on thе bus
Went home to sleep
And nevеr felt bad
About being free