I wrote this in the summer
It rained again here last week
The water droplets washed my sadness down a storm drain
And the sunrise brought a light I used to seek

I wrote this in the starlight
Constellations framing the ocean sky
The twilight zone a canvas brushed in silky black
A painting made for just you and I

I wrote this all alone
I kind of wish that you were real
It’s okay I have this guitar to keep me company
These six strings taught me how to feel