Help is on its Way

Help is on it's way You keep changing Every day What's that? That hangs upon your face? Is there something on your mind? Does the whole world seem so blind? Whats keeping you alive, this time? Onward it goes on And outward, nothing's wrong You're just here to sing your song But your throat It feels just Tired As it pulls you back aside It's about keeping it alive this time Your guitar It weeps a naive melody And if you see her Say hello Pick up your heart of gold