Lyrics

When I stepped up and into the room I had to make myself tall
So I could get a really good look at that banjo on the wall
But what I really came to see was hanging just above
I wasn't sure if it was a Hummingbird or a Dove
Sometimes I felt I had to sneak up on it but it would always be there
Down the aisle where the rolls of carpet lay next to recliner chairs

I'd push open those double glass doors
And snake my way across the showroom floor
But those times won't come around no more
When you could buy a Gibson guitar in a furniture store

The 33 and 45 vinyl records were sleeping in their sleeves
Waiting for their turn to be stacked on those giant record machines
I thought it'd be cool if I could play my way into their magical musical world
Accompanied by that shiny guitar all covered in mother-of-pearl

I'd push open those double glass doors
And snake my way across the showroom floor
Those times won't come around no more
When you could buy a Gibson guitar in a furniture store

Bridge:

Now here I sit as living proof that dreamers sometimes win
For today I own that same guitar I worshipped way back when

I'd push open those double glass doors
And snake my way across the showroom floor
But those times won't come around no more
When you could buy a Gibson guitar in a furniture store
A Gibson guitar in a furniture store