Where’s my Guitar

I’m alone in this cell I’ve done the crime and doing the crime But where’s my guitar My soul has left me, I feel nothing without my guitar

What I’ve done can’t be undone I have regrets, I always look back, and beg for forgiveness Where’s my guitar, if I strum a few notes maybe I can make something right No improvising in here, it is what it is

What have I done, now I know Where do I go from here and how can I go on without my guitar It’s all I know and all I had and I threw it all away My guitar, my best friend, so foolish I was

Where’s my guitar, saviour of my soul All is right when I feel you next to my heart You rest on my lap and hold me tight My guitar, how can I say I’m sorry for letting you go

Too easy my crime, it was so long ago Can’t take it back I’d give you my guitar to say I’m sorry Where’s my guitar, where’s my guitar

Where’s my guitar on the side of these bars Calling on all angels, put aside your harps to strum a guitar, Just for a while Let me hear you, especially when I day dream

I cry myself to sleep for the crime I’ve done I cry myself to sleep for letting go of my guitar What’s my life now without my guitar Where’s my guitar to hold next to my heart

My heart strummed with love with my guitar Where’s my heart without my guitar Where’s my guitar so I can find my heart, feel my heart