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 the phone.

Maybe I should hit town, have some fun

to smalltalking drink to the morning sun

maybe I should buy a brandnew dress

or learn up a usefull 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 at the phone

Maybe I should hit town have some fun

to smalltalking drink to the morning sun

maybe I should buy a brandnew dress

or learn up a usefull 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.