And I turned away
From the darkened window
To light the lantern
On the night table
And opened up
The virgin pages
And I tried to write
The saddest song
In the world
And then I fold up
The tearsoaked pages
Of care-worn lines
And forlorn phrases
Of shameless abandon
As if guided by the many hands
Of the disenchanted
But I still decided
To let the pages fly
To the hands of another
And so I let them fly
And I tried to write
The saddest song
In the world
