When I´m sitting alone
with my guitars 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´ve 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 till the morning sun
maybe I should buy a brand-new dress
or learn up 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 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 chess
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