There’s a hole in my guitar, I played it for years, Never thought twice, through laughter and tears. But now that you’re gone, it’s clear as can be, That hole’s been holdin’ a piece of me. Turns out it’s the hole to my soul, Left wide open when you let go. Strummin’ these strings just ain’t the same, Every note whispers your name. I thought it was music, I thought it was sound, But it’s where my heart was safe and sound. Now it’s empty, now it’s cold, The hole in my guitar is my soul untold.