If I could live in a song I'd live in a song all about you About your hair and your arms The things you tell me when I am gone If I could die in a song I'd die in a song all about home About dirty rivers and handsome buildings The way the sun can make the way seem If I could crawl into this guitar I would crawl right in and curl up inside And not give a damn if I lived or I died And not give a damn if I came out alive A thousand stories on each of these strings It don't seem to matter which one that I sing Because none of them hold me the way that you do Plucking these strings is nothing like holding you If I could live in a song I'd live in a song all about you About your hair and your arms And the places you sleep when I am gone