Music: Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics: John Popper



Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak

And so's my soul, it's been one hell of a week

Not much else could go wrong

But damn, this could make a great song



Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend

And I'm looking back seeing my world at an end

Cause I'm sure that by now she must know

You know, this ain't s bad as songs go



Well I try not to smile, and I try not to stare

And I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothing's there

It's getting harder every day

But upon reflection, this song is okay



You see when I'm down with the blues

I try to put it to some good use

And if I could make something to play

Well, then something's come of it anyway

So at least my songs are all right

At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light

And if all they do is give me something to write

As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right

At least my songs are okay

At least they help make the pain the pain go away

And although I know I'll cry myself to sleep tonight

As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right

My songs are all right



Well, I've got to realize that love isn't real

And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel

I don't see where I could be wrong

So I might as well finish up this song



Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new

I'm one of the many, not one of the lucky few

I've got lots of lonely friends

I bet they wish that this song would end



You see when I'm down with the blues

I try to put it to some good use

And if I can make something to play

Well something's come of it anyway

So at least my songs are all right

At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light

And if all they do is give me something to write

Well, as far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right

At least my songs are okay

At least they help make the pain go away

And even though I'll cry myself to sleep tonight

Well, rest assured, my songs are all right

My songs are all right



Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new

I'm one of many, not one of the lucky few

I said I'm sick of loving her and I'm sick of telling you

I'm sick of being in pain, and I know what to do

She says we're good friends, but she's no friend of mine

I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind

I'd love her in a big way but I know she don't care

And I'm sick of finding out that life just ain't that fair

I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind

And I'm sick of these new thing that I'm trying to find

I'm sick of he loves her and I'm sick of she loves him

I'm sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim

The list of what I'm sick of is so long

And finally

I'm getting sick of this song