This morning when I woke up I felt just like a runaway truck
Had come and run right over my life
Tire tracks and gasoline, a pictures worth a thousand screams
But oh honey its alright
Cause I believe, I believe in a sad, sad song
Who stole the color from my day gonna paint my canvas black and gray
And oh, Im gonna jump right in
A pictures worth a thousand sighs and now every time I close my eyes
I see you leaving me again
But I believe, I believe in a sad, sad song
Im gonna write this song like a cut-rate five and dime rhyme
Im gonna write it down even if Im lying
This morning when I awoke I felt a little inside like a busted spoke
Thats got nowhere to be
So I believe and I believe and I believe and I believe in a sad, sad song |