Better play that guitar, boy,
You don't play it no more,
Play for all that it's worth,
Who knows what life has in store,
And things seem to get harder,
And then they relent,
Then they carry on,
Then they carry on,
Then they carry on.
No more midnight rocking,
Of far away chairs,
Ma, I swear I saw it moving,
But there was nobody there,
In the morning on the couch,
At the bottom of the stairs,
Swore I'd flown on down,
Swore I'd flown on down,
Swore I'd flown on down.
Twenty or so houses,
Since I first took flight,
Things first got creepy,
When the dark southern night,
North, south, west, east, creepy,
Night and overseas,
Night and overseas,
Overseas,
Overseas.
And I'll scream it out loud,
Gonna drive it away,
All this bad air here lurking,
You know it's been here all day,
But I've flown in you before,
And I smiled in love,
As I've cried on fire,
As I've cried on fire,
As I've cried on fire.
I play this guitar,
For the both of us now,
I got much work to do,
We will smile somehow,
And he knows how much I love him,
It comes burning right through,
He can see it in my eyes,
He can see in my eyes,
He can see in my eyes.
"There is a green canoe on top of a brown and orange van. The van is making its way through a windy Appalachian mountain road. The driver of the van is playing air drums and guitar to loud music and looking back every once in a while at the passenger in the back of the van, who is smiling. The van is leaving the mountains and heading down to the sea. Blue crabs, sunburns, and homeless cats. The ocean is warm because it's summer. Chincoteague, Assateague, the Outer Banks, Lands End Trail, Devon and Cornwall. Zuma Beach."