The Guitar Don't Lie (Le Marché Aux Puces)

He sits all alone, playing his guitar, out in the back of a little cafe
And no one seems to hear, so he closes his eyes
And just lets the music take him away
Singing songs of love, songs of broken heart
And he's worn out his love and his last pair of jeans
But you keep going on, when you're leaving on dreams
And you feel it inside and the guitar don't lie

There's a lady he knows who often comes by
She's a nice little girl and she's into the blues
The request is the same song every night
She says it reminds her of someone she knew
A trace of her perfume floats across the room
Once they were close and they shared all their dreams
But now all he feels is a physical thing
They grew slowly apart and the guitar don't lie

Some nights it gets cold and it makes him aware
The time's moving on and it's slipping away
And if you look closer his dark curly hair
Under the lights there are traces of gray
He knows what it's all about feeling down and out
'Cause he's been there before and he's seen it all
And he learned to survive with your back to the wall
It's a crazy old life, and the guitar don't lie.