I'm holding back from going to see him-
To take a cab to the sad part of town.
Afraid to add to a heart that's grieving
With all those memories hanging around.
We were shy and we liked it fine
Living in back of his pa's garage.
And, oh, that garage lit up like magic
when he picked up that old guitar.
Sweet times gone; they've gone on by.
To laugh and dream with friends;
It ends, and so we cry.
Sweet times gone so far away
Leaving whispers in the air-
Sad whispers here to stay.
I get tears near spilling over
Thinking back to long ago
Before he left with that old guitar
To sing to world he didn't know.