This Is The Song I Wrote Last Night

If I could live in a song
I'd live in a song all about you
About your hair and your arms
The things you tell me when I am gone

If I could die in a song
I'd die in a song all about home
About dirty rivers and handsome buildings
The way the sun can make the way seem

If I could crawl into this guitar
I would crawl right in and curl up inside
And not give a damn if I lived or I died
And not give a damn if I came out alive

A thousand stories on each of these strings
It don't seem to matter which one that I sing
Because none of them hold me the way that you do
Plucking these strings is nothing like holding you

If I could live in a song
I'd live in a song all about you
About your hair and your arms
And the places you sleep when I am gone