Sweet Sunday afternoon

September is golden brown

Summer always fades too soon

like the laughter of a clown

Shadows fill the room

where sorrows come to drown

Your heart's a lead balloon

as you sink another one down

I know it numbs the way you feel

It blurs what is right and what is real

There's no love left you can steal

For the joker laughs alone

as the jester is outsmarted

and the gambler tries to win back what he's lost

And the sad man sings a song

for the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Sweet Sunday afternoon

and no, that can't be her

It's an old familiar tune

but you've forgotten half the words

Sunlight floods the room

like a silent flock of birds

And hope is a red balloon

disappearing through the clouds

I know it numbs the way you feel

it blurs what is right and what is real

There's no one here to make a deal with

For the joker laughs alone

and the jester is outsmarted

The gambler tries to win back what he's lost

And the sad man he sings a song

for the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Oh, and the joker, he laughs alone

and the jester is outsmarted

And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost

Yeah, and the sad man he sings a song

for the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

No, the fool, he never knows how much it cost