Guitar Without Strings

I'm playing that lonely song again,
The one that only comes when,
We've nowhere left to go.
And you're right,
You always were,
Even when the tables turned.
Now I'm strumming lonely,
Leaving loving in the air,
And left fretting, longing,
For a guitar without strings.

I'm playing the broken soul again,
That one I only hear when
The living have gone home,
And you're right,
You always are,
Even when the records end.
Now I'm strumming lonely,
Leaving loving in the air,
And feeling incomplete,
Like a guitar without strings.