Well I'm sitting alone
with my guitar slidly out of tune
and it's a lovely night in June.
And i try to write a song
With a happy slomo 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 my Phone.
maybe I should hit town, have some fun
do small-talk and drink till the Morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
or learn up a useful game like chees.
Another lonely night, turns to day
with another hair of mine, turning grey
No I can't really tell you
Just what is wrong, my dear,
But still what comes out is
another sad Song.