De La Guitarra

I used to see her always early in the mornings
She took the same train as me but waited in front of the station
Because in front there was a store that sold guitars
And the way she looked at them caught my attention
Uh, uh...towards the train as her dreams drifted away
Uh, uh...the sad stations saw her pass by
I never saw her again looking at the guitars
But I have the feeling that now she's playing some song
Uh, uh...towards the train as her dreams drifted away
Uh, uh...the sad stations saw her pass by
I'm not talking about drugs, I'm not talking about shady deals
I'm not talking about weird things
It's a small longing, a small temptation
Some people's dream may be to change the car
or have a weekend house
Others' dream may be just to have a guitar,
to play this song you're listening to