This guitarist once was famous and his style could not be tamed
He would play a lively song when it was sunny and a ballad when it rained
He turned wealthy with this gift he had, but his soul then became strained
So his music lost it's magic touch and he soon lost all his fame
And know he's long forgotten
And his once-so-energetic body is starting to get rotten
But that will never stop him from playing his guitar
He looks upon at the sky and wishes on a falling star
And he makes a wish, that someday he'll get his gift back
So he plays for night and day, looking for that style he lost
Until one long night he finds it, and regains all of his thoughts
And he plays just like he used to, or even better than before
But he realizes he has wasted 20 years of life and it will soon come to and end
But he just sits there playing now, better than he's ever played before
He just sits there playing, knowing that the music he adores left him old and tired and poor.