Thousands of Guitars - Juliana Hatfield

Now your standards change with poverty

Certain things become luxuries

So drive yourself down to the pawn shop

There’s nothing to cry about

There are thousands of guitars

All over the world

So shake off that sorrow, shame and self-pity

Your '69 SG was never a necessity

The Beatles and Stones and Raspberries

Will always be there to remind you of what will always be

Thousands of guitars all over the world

Millions, even

All over the world

Stop holding on

The rest have all been sold

Give her a kiss goodbye

Then just let her go

Don’t you know that they never really die

There’s no graveyard or heaven in the sky

There’ll be one for you when you can

They’re everywhere

They just change hands

Thousands of guitars

Hold on to your soul

Never give it away

And you’ll always be all right