Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarra**ed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me softly with his song
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me
He was strumming my pain, yeah, he was singing my life
k**ing me softly with his song, k**ing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, k**ing me softly with his song