Dust on my Guitar

Standing in the middle of nowhere
Got even less on my mind
Does anyone else see me
Falling so far behind

But the sun goes down on the Highlands
And I know it's time to go
It was a cold night when you came home
Wearing leathers, your hands numb from the ride
Telling stories of rain and cold but never mind
Cause you never even had to hide

Why do I wait for the morning
So much coming up from behind
And I just keep asking
Where does she go when she goes
Where does she go when she goes
I just keep asking

But there's dust on my guitar
And there's wires on my floor
And these books ain't been read in so long
And there's no knocks on my door

Why do I wait for the morning
So much coming up from behind
And I just keep asking
Where does she go when she goes
Where does she go when she goes
Where does she go when she goes
Where does she go when she goes

I just keep asking
I just keep asking
I just keep asking
I just keep asking

But there's dust on my guitar
There's dust on my guitar