Well, I love the crowds, love the towns
Love the way my life's gone down
The way it has
I get to sing and chase my dreams
But, like they say, with all good things
There's strings attached
Don't get me wrong, my life's a song
You know me, I belong
Girl, where you are
But from time to time, it feels like I'm
Trapped and somehow stuck behind This guitar
* Behind this guitar is just a boy
Who had a dream in his heart
Behind this guitar is just a guy
That can't believe he got this far
When I was a kid and the other kids
Were doin' what most kids did
Well there I was
Sittin' on the edge of that twin bed
Pickin' till my fingers bled
And it got in my blood
That's not to say I didn't fish or play
Goof around and act my age
And be home by dark
But from eight or nine to here tonight
I pretty much grew up behind This guitar
( * )
