My Guitar weeps And not so gently It strings together broken tears It has seen my feeble attempts at love My Guitar laughs As I try to serenade A song that lovers play It strings together broken romances My guitar sleeps For I am not doing to well In charming your heart My guitar is bored My guitar kills me And steals my girl They were meant to be it seems They joined chords and sang The funeral was brief The music was good Guitar music after all Now they travel onwards Musical journeys With not a thought of me With no guitar As the ghost of me weeps