How I pray the day will come
That you can make those fingers dance
That guitar pickin' has made your thinkin' weary of romance
You play your little songs singing 'bout the love you've got
But pickin' ain't the same as lovin' what you never lost

You're cryin' to yourself
It's sad but it's true
You're just a man who's playing sad songs that he never knew

When the day gets long and you're all alone
Hummin' like you do
Let's try to hum a song
that's got less fiction and more truth
Your desperation and displacement has me keepin' score
And listening to your singing has become a tired bore

That handsome face has lost all faith
But I can still see through
You're just a man who's playing sad songs that he never knew

You're not from Texas or New Orleans or from Tennessee
And yet you sing about them and how they're supposed to be
Still it's kind of funny how I fell for you at all
With your guitar pickin' fingers and your ego ten feet tall

I guess that's what it takes
To help me see it through
You're just a man who's playing sad songs
that he never knew
I guess that's what it takes
To make a woman see it through
You're just a man who's playing sad songs that he never knew