Guitar Case by Timothy Monger Lyrics

Guitar case
Romancing the girls
They can’t help but look as you go past
With your black handle
And buckles of brass

Guitar case
Diplomat to the world
In South Carolina or Japan
Conversation is what you demand

Guitar case
Softly showing your age
You gave your best years to the band
With your patina of stickers and cracks
Held together by smoke
And two old callused hands