Peter Frampton

I look at you all,
See the love there that's sleeping,
While my guitar gently weeps
I look, at the floor,
And I see it needs sweeping,
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why, nobody told you, how to unfold your love
I don't know how, someone controlled you, they bought and sold you
I look, at the world, and I notice it's turning,
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake, we must surely be learning,