Guitar

When I was four
My dad would wash his car
And take me outside to play
I'd play with chalk while he cleaned

While I played I heard a girl
She would play the guitar on her front porch
Daddy and I would always clap
But she never heard us

When I was ten
Dad would still wash his car
And invite me outside
And I would play

I would climb trees
And rest in the branches
And clap for the girl playing guitar on her porch
But she still never heard me

When I turned 13
And dad still washed his car on nice days
He'd still ask if I would go outside
But I'd decline

I was too busy
Learning to be a woman
But I would still keep my window open
And clap for that girl playing guitar who never heard me

Dad still washes his car
And still asks for me to go outside
And sometimes I come
I'll remember

The sound of that girl
Playing guitar on her front porch
Who'd been gone for years now
Because she didn't feel good enough

I wish she heard me clapping for her.