Ephraim Lewis Sad Song
Back room parlour lonely sits and cries See her with her head in her hands But nothing at all in her eyes Always listening for the telephone But it only rings wrong numbers Or whenever she's not in her home Chorus Thinking life would pass her by She opened up her arms To reach for the skies Her dreams they never came true So now she paints herself a sad song Colours it blue Late cafe closing on the street He's turning out to hide in doorways Or any corner that others sleep Empty bottle spirits he has known A vision of a quiet face Together they look like home Thinking life has passed him by He opens up his arms To reach for the sky His dreams they never came true So now he paints himself a sad song Colours it blue Memories fading photograph of years ago... Thinking life has passed them by They open up their mouths to scream at the sky Their dreams they never came true So now they paint themselves a sad song And colour it blue