A guitar collects dust like his heart, A girl collapses on her bed Writing words never read, Troubled youth spills over into Troubled life, and at times We walk alone with our troubled minds
A guitar strikes a chord hits a misery so hard so bold Sounding through this world where it's so hard to feel that gold
It's running through us all Buried deep under a river of grief Where the Muddy Waters flow and the stones don't roll
This is for all the unheard, All the music left behind Left on the floors in the closets of our minds Where's the passion gone in our hearts? Lost somewhere in the grind It's time to bring it back It's time to bring it back
Bouncing off stars on and on A moment gone or is it looking for you
Troubled youth spills over into Troubled life, and at times We walk alone with our troubled minds
It's time to bring it back [x4]