Sad Song

Back room parlor lonely sits and cries See her with her head in hands But nothing at all in her eyes Always listening for the telephone But it only rings wrong numbers Or whenever she's not at home Thinking life would pass her by She opens up her arms to reach for the sky Broken dreams, they never came true So now she paints herself a sad song And colors it blue Late night cafe's closing on the street He's turning out to hide in doorways Any corner that others sleep Empty bottle spirits, he has known A vision of a quiet face Together they look like home Thinking life would pass him by He opens up his arms to reach for the sky Broken dreams, they never came true So now he paints himself a sad song And colors it blue Memories fading photograph of years ago When life had passed them by They opened up their mouths to scream at the sky My dreams, they never came true So we will paint ourselves a sad song And color it blue Color it blue Don't blame the passerby Don't blame the passerby Don't blame the passerby ...