Hey there, hear my sad story
I walk through this ghost town, my head hung low and my eyes weary
My 6 string hangs around my shoulder
The lights dim and the air grows colder
I find a rusty old chair lying
Creaking and wobbling, this old chair is crying
And I start to play the tunes of my sad old heart
Where do I start?
A boy once lived in a far away land
Roamed the deserts filled with sand
On a winter eve he set on a journey
To find magic and live in harmony
He walked and walked until the sun went down
He walked past every town
No magic did he ever find
A pain in his heart, that couldn’t be left behind
Alone did he ever run
Not a single soul, he could call a loved one
Now he roams the streets with a 6 string
Living a life without meaning
Craving for the day he has since been longing
Nor magic nor harmony will he ever find
This is a cruel world that is not so kind
So I sing the songs of my sad old heart
Until the day my heart falls apart