The Gift

In a boarding house, I'd lay upstairs,

And dream of how I'd live someday

Downstairs there sat, a man who had

A guitar he never learned to play

For my thirteenth birthday, grandma bought the guitar

Told me I should learn how to play

And the gift she gave me changed me

'Cause the music is the main thing,

That got me to this point here today

And I was lucky, 'cause I used her gift

To get in touch with how to live

And looking back I now realize, music changed my life

Just out of school, I had no clue

Of what it was I'd like to do

I only know, the open road

Was the way I chose to pass on through

I took that guitar with me, down the lonesome highway

And I began my search for a song

And somewhere in the distance, the music and the mystery

Of how I would live come along

That music saved my life, music became my life

As time went by, I found that I

Could climb up on the stage and sing

But when I sang, the songs I wrote

It became a very special thing

But songs to me were personal

And the business side just killed me

And I withdrew inside my shell

With the contracts and the lawsuits

I started heavy drinking,

'Til I finally lost touch with myself

I guess playing music for money brought problems

That I didn't face very well

Being self-taught gave me nothing to lean on

I had to look in myself

I took a year off and did some fasting

Just to clean the cobwebs out

And I went back to Grandma's guitar

Just to hear a simple sound

When I look around me, I saw my loving family

And a home we had built on a hill

I discovered the music had led me to the one place

Where my heart and soul are re-filled

Music saved my life, yeah, music really saved my life

Yes, music really saved my life