This morning when I woke up I felt just like a runaway truck

Had come and run right over my life

Tire tracks and gasoline, a pictures worth a thousand screams

But oh honey its alright

Cause I believe, I believe in a sad, sad song



Who stole the color from my day gonna paint my canvas black and gray

And oh, Im gonna jump right in

A pictures worth a thousand sighs and now every time I close my eyes

I see you leaving me again

But I believe, I believe in a sad, sad song



Im gonna write this song like a cut-rate five and dime rhyme

Im gonna write it down even if Im lying



This morning when I awoke I felt a little inside like a busted spoke

Thats got nowhere to be

So I believe and I believe and I believe and I believe in a sad, sad song