I'm sitting alone with my guitar slightly out of tune and it's a loving night in june. And 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 to long and nobody called me on my 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 to long and nobody called me on my 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.