The Guitar Don't Lie
He sits all alone, playing his guitar
In the back of a small café
And nobody hears so he closes his eyes
And just let's the music take him away
Singing songs of love, songs of broken hearts
And he's worn out his luck and his last pair of jeans
But you just keep on going on
When you're living on dreams
And you feel it inside, and the guitar don't lie
There's a lady he knows, who often comes by
She's heavily into the blues
She requests the same song every night
She says it reminds her of someone she knew
A trace of her perfume, floats across the room
Once they were close, shared all their dreams
But now all he feels is a physical thing
They grow slowly apart, and the guitar don't lie
Some nights it gets cold, and it makes him aware
That time is slipping away
And if you look close at his dark curly hair
Under the lights there are traces of grey
He knows what it's all about, feeling down and out
'Cause he's been there before, and he's seen it all
And you learn to survive with your back to the wall
It's a crazy old life, and the guitar don't lie
La Guitarra No Miente
Se sienta solo, tocando la guitarra
En la trastienda de un pequeño café
Y nadie lo oye, así que cierra los ojos
Y simplemente se deja llevar por la música
Cantando canciones de amor, canciones de corazones rotos
Y ha agotado su suerte y su último par de vaqueros
Pero uno sigue adelante
Cuando vives de sueños
Y lo sientes por dentro, y la guitarra no miente
Hay una mujer que conoce, que pasa a menudo
Le encanta el blues
Pide la misma canción todas las noches
Dice que le recuerda a alguien que conoció
Un rastro de su perfume flota por la habitación
Una vez fueron cercanos, compartieron todos sus sueños
Pero ahora solo siente algo físico
Se distancian lentamente, y la guitarra no miente
Algunas noches hace frío, y eso le hace darse cuenta
De que el tiempo se escapa
Y si te fijas bien en su pelo oscuro y rizado
Bajo las luces hay canas
Sabe de qué se trata, sentirse deprimido y sin esperanza
Porque Él ya ha estado allí antes, y lo ha visto todo
Y uno aprende a sobrevivir contra la pared
Es una vida loca, y la guitarra no miente