Here I am strumming my guitar. Sitting here strumming on my guitar
Wasting time away. Passing the time of day. With my guitar
Memories flow through my brain. Images pass in and out of sight
My mind whirls retrospectively - introspectively
Through the carnival of my life. What was the carnival of my life
Sights and sounds and smells recur. Oh, how my insides swell
Triggered off by all my heart has digested
There are fragrances that cast a spell. Please, let them forever linger
There are tastes I know. I cannot explain them
Red and blue and green and gray and red and blue and green and yellow
They´re nothing new. But red and blue and green and gray
Red and blue and green. You can only name them
Like fingertip emotion. A haunting sensation. There´s no explanation
(No one knows) (No one knows) No one knows. No one knows
I remember it well. I remember it well. I remember it well
Here I am fingering my guitar. It´s all part of the game
Passing the time of day. Wasting time (Wasting time) (Wasting time) away
Memories float through my brain. Images dart in and out of sight
My mind whirls respectively - irrespectively. Through the carnival of my life
What was the carnival of my life
With my guitar. I´m a marionette for my guitar
I´m always up or down with my guitar
I always bring it on home. With my guitar