She played a black guitar
Hung around her neck in an empty New York bar
With my mind full of make believe
I dreamed I took her home and held her hand and watched TV
Then she knew she needed me
Then I laughed and went "don't cry"
She played what Garfunkel wrote
Navigating troubled water, hitting every note
With her mind burnt and far away
She dreamed the world invited her to come on out and play
But fate cheated her that day
Now we're left to wonder why
She breathed hard in the microphone
Then a truck horn drowned her out
A teardrop fell through eternity
Like a tidal wave it found
Tenderlung
She pulled my ear to her fevered lips
Then I heard a floorboard creak
The doctor told me not to drain her
God help her find relief
She played a black guitar
Hung around her neck in an empty New York bar
With my mind full of make believe
I don't know if I'm capable of love but what I feel
For her might be real
But I'm too delicate to try
She breathed hard in the microphone
Then a truck horn drowned her out
A teardrop fell through eternity
Like a tidal wave it found
A teardrop fell through eternity
Like a tidal wave it found
Tenderlung
Tenderlung
Oh Tenderlung
Tenderlung
Tenderlung
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