Yellow Guitar

Your yellow Les Paul
There can be only one
There on the wall at American Pawn

I know the way the wood shows through so much
From so many hours
Of your touch

Where did you go
You can't just disappear
Even black holes
Must go somewhere

These giant old trees
Their total canopy
Making it hard
To find the patterns in stars

Now I'm here with the night
And your yellow guitar
Wondering why
And where the hell you are

I'll follow the light to where the emptiness goes
And try to find you while I'm chasing black holes