And I'm sitting alone with my guitar slightly out of tune and it's a loving night in June and I try to write a song with a happy summer melody like I have tried so many times before But I couldn't really tell you what is wrong but all that comes out is another sad song maybe it's because I slept too long and nobody called me on the phone Maybe I should hit town, have some fun do small-talk and drink, 'til the morning-sun maybe I should buy a brand-new dress or learn a useful game like chess Another lonely night turns to day with another hair of mine turning grey no, I can't really tell you just what is wrong, my dear but still, what comes out is another sad song