I think I’d like to go away
with no one else around
That’s when it feels like the day.
I think I’d like to be alone
with no one else around
That’s when it feels like a home.
Talk about an old guitar
Talk about an easy way to fly
Everybody wants to go
but they won’t take the time.’
Talk about an old guitar
Talk about an easy way to feel
Everybody wants to know
but they won’t touch the real.
I think I’d like to know the way that he rings
and though I kick myself again
It’s just the way with these things.
I think I’d like to know he’s hoping in side
I see his eyes turn out towards me
But they’re lost in the ride.
Talk about an old guitar.
Talk about the crazy worlds you know
Everybody wants to climb
but it won’t stop the show.
Talk about an old guitar.
Talk about the crazy things you’ve seen
Everybody wants to go
but it won’t stop the dream.
I think I’d like to know a world that is mine
just one step beyond the ocean
Someplace you’ll never find.
I think I’d like to know a world that is green
just one step beyond the water
Someplace far from the dream.