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


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
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.
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