Squeaking swings and tall grass
Lying on the ground, watching the world pass
Shadows cast and clouds move
Creating darkness to calm and sooth
I hear the school bell dinging
Already my head is ringing
Outside the wind blows through orange flowers
They’re glistening from light showers
Empty then full cars come and go
Once across the street I slow
Listening to the birds twitter away
In forest green I know I cannot stay
Wind blows through orange flowers
Glistening from light showers
The world starts to pass in a blur
And then I hear her
A voice carried across the street
Sounding so sorrowful, so bittersweet
All that’s left are the tears on her guitar
And remains of love, tracked in a huge scar
And as the guitar is softly strummed
A pain is slowly numbed
Replaced by memories of old
Leaving me so empty, so cold
Wind blows through orange flowers
Glistening from the light showers
Her lover calls from beyond the grave
Trying to rescue, trying to save
But only deepening the scars
And making her track more
Tears on her guitar
