While I'm sitting alone
with my guitar slightly out of tune
and it's a loving night in june.
And I try to write a song
With a happy summer melody
like I have tried so many times before.
But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
but all that comes out is another sad song
maybe it's because I slept too long
and nobody called me on the phone.
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun
maybe I should buy a brand-new dress
or learn a useful game like chess.
No I can't really tell you,
what is wrong
but all that comes out is another sad song
maybe it's because I slept too long
and nobody called me on the phone.
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning sun
maybe I should buy a brand-new dress
or learn a useful game like chess.
Another lonely night turns to day
with another hair of mine, turning gray
No I can't really tell you
just what is wrong, my dear,
but still what comes out is another sad song.
