Teardrop Guitar

Tell me all about the golden road you built

Take my frigid hand and lead me up the hill

To the city where your palace stands

I really wanna understand

Your scene

Lately I've been hiding underneath my tears

From hands that wanna squeeze me till I disappear

The same hands hold the dollar bills that

Form the noose that strangles out my fun

I am on a run

When life is all turned inside out

All I got is my teardrop guitar

I wanna see you cry

I wanna see you cry

Was I born to balance on the fence you make

That sections out my tiny share,the rest you take

And it rains down in glitter-gold all over you and turns you into mold

While I just get old

When life is all turned inside out

All I got is my teardrop guitar

I wanna see you cry

I wanna see you cry