I keep my hands on my guitar
And my eyes on your soul
I'm used to having visions of the life we used to share
Your head against my shoulder, and my fingers in your hair
I remember all the late nights when you'd call me as I slept
And cried to me on voicemail asking why you're mother left
I keep my hands on my guitar
And my eyes on your soul
This is the last one
The last song I wrote about you
This is the last one
What I'm going through I will get through
I keep my hands on my guitar
And my eyes on your soul
I'm hoping you can hear this so that I can help you rest
This is the last one
The last song I wrote about you
This is the last one
What I'm going through I will get through
And know the moment that you died wasn't the moment of your death
I keep my hands on my guitar
And my eyes on your soul