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

But I couldn'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

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 grey

no, I can't really tell you

just what is wrong, my dear

but still, what comes out is

another sad song