My Guitar Gently Weeps

My Guitar gently weeps

As the faceless city sleeps

Strumming along to the Radio

And the music on the late, late show

Mind wanders back to the days long ago

When I traveled two and fro

With a little rock and roll band

Very well known throughout the land

Protest songs about Vietnam

Bombs floating down on Da-Nang

Soldiers dying by the day

So the politicians could have their way

My Guitar plays the melody

Singing helps the people see

The wrongs committed in the name of war

To the country the fights are becoming a bore

Sitting alone in my room at night

Playing the guitar helps to see the light

The infinite, positive failure it will bring

As the singer continues to sing

Another puff on my funny cigarette

Is the only shade of respite I get

As I look down at my missing legs

All that are left are my two pegs

Casualty of war, loser in the game

Nobody cares, no damn fame

Body bag or walking dead

Seeing is believing, fills me with dread

So guitar, gently weep

I will put you down and go to sleep

Tomorrow is another day

Then I will write a new song, to show me the way

To live my life out of the fast lane

Like an old forgotten train

Let to die by the railroad track

To just rust away never to come back