I look at you all, see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how
You were inverted
No one alerted you
I look from the wings at the play you are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging
Still my guitar gently weeps
[Outro}
Dab the mic on the piano, and quite low, this, just keep it in like, maracas you know. You know those old pianos
Okay were on. Mouth