5 acessos
And 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 couldn'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 grey
no, I can't really tell you
just what is wrong, my dear
but still, what comes out is
another sad song