It's not raining.. yet I feel the way I do it must be said Seems absurd, I know Maybe God or Hare Krishna made it so
Come back tomorrow, maybe I'll change Though the chances are remote, things stay the same If you want advice I'm afraid to say You made the wrong decision when you came my way
But I'll write you a sad song It won't take very long to do Tell you stories and make them Come alive if you want me to Can I write you a sad song It won't take very long to do?
So it's early, and I'm alone In a house that's made of cardboard, not of stone And my heart, feels the same Weather worn and fragile write this sad refrain
The sky outside is getting dark It's not raining yet, but listen to me talk Writing sad songs, yet again It's the prize for letting loneliness in
But I'll write you a sad song It won't take very long to do Tell you stories and make them Come alive if you want me to Can I write you a sad song It won't take very long to do?...