The Gold Record

I saw you from across the street today My heart skipped a beat today Reminding me of those lost days and glory never fades Never fades, fades away After years and miles, my broken feet Walk back to you up this broken street I guess the years went by,

A guitar collects dust like his heart, Soundless and still A girl collapses on her bed Writing words never read, Troubled youth spills over into Troubled life, and at times We walk alone with our troubled minds A guitar strikes a chord hits a misery