These hammers and strings

Been following me around

From a box filled garage

To the dark punk rock clubs

Of 1000 American crowds

And my friend calls me up

She says, "how have you been?"

I say, "dear I've been well,

Yeah the money's coming

But I miss you like hell.

I still hear you in this

Old piano, oh yeah."

She says, "Andy, I know

That we don't talk as much

But I still hear your ghost

In these old punk rock clubs

Come on, write me a song

Give me something to trust

Just promise you won't let it be

Just the keys that you touch."



Give me something to believe in,

A breath from the breathing

So write it down,

I don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Cause lately I'm not dreaming

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just that at night,

I've got nowhere to hide

So I write you a lullaby

A lullaby



These hammers and strings

Been following me around

Behind passenger vans

Through the snow, dirt, and sands

Of 1000 American towns

And my friend calls me up

With her heart heavy still

She says, "Andy, the doctors

Prescribed me the pills.

But I know I'm not crazy.

I just lost my will.

So why am I, why am I

Taking them still?"



I need something to believe in

A breath from the breathing

So write it down,

I don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Cause lately I'm not dreaming

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just that at night,

I've got nowhere to hide



To the sleepless, this is my reply:

I will write you a lullaby,

A lullaby.



Give me something to believe in,

So write it down,

I don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Cause lately I'm not dreaming

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just that at night,

I've got nowhere to hide



To the speepless, this is my reply:

I'll write you a lullaby

A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby