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