Guitar Lady

Lyrics: Guitar lady, come to me I got my sword and armor Some minds, they try to flee From themselves by being harder The streets are so empty now As the clock sings dead hours It’s now dreams can be found Skipping on thorns and flowers Out tonight the moon is pale The highways are mean and strong I’m like a frightened nightingale Trying to sing a comfort song And you the creator of my muse The liberator of soul Are you still caught in the blues Cause of things you can’t control Guitar lady, stay the night Let me feel the dews of your body And I’ll be the shield to your fright The fright you lonesomely fight Written by: John Ross