Like a boat on a river
This bus is floating down this old highway
Looking out the window
I think about how I got here today
Oh, anyone who’s anywhere
Had some help getting there, it’s [bad word] One of the reasons
Why I get to do the things I do

I met this angel with calloused hands
Who let this boy into his band
Under his wing I learned to fly
On these six strings, through this life
You can hear him in my playing, although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song

Like a leaf that had fallen
I was drifting down the stream
Mr Guitar came into my life
And let me live this dream
His old Brecht still speaking
It’s teaching all of us a tone
He was my friend and my hero
All wrapped up in one

I met this angel with calloused hands
Who let this naive boy into his band
Under his wing I learned to fly
On these six strings, into the night
I can still hear him playing, although he’s gone
And I owe him so much more than just this song

And every face we see
From every stage we roam
With every note we play
Even though they’re gone
They live on, they live on