Sons Of Bill So Much For The Blues
Well its Tuesday night, and we're at it again
You know i don't want to talk and i dont want to make amends
I'd rather just lay here alone trapped in my head
And make you think that there's something left unsaid
And no i ain't even all that sad but i'll play the part
Just another sun-dressed serenade suffering for my art
And maybe find a little bit of meaning in your broken heart
(chorus)
So pick my head up off the floor,and throw my ass back out the door
To find your heart ain't nothin' more, little girl your bound to lose
For this goddamn empty bed and all those voices in my head
To keep me company instead of you
Yeah i wish i could right a song like Townes Van Zandt
Then i could be a son of a bitch and no one would give a damn
And i just keep telling myself that no one understands...
(chorus)
So pick my head up off the floor,and throw my ass back out the door
To find your heart ain't nothin' more, little girl your bound to lose
For this goddamn empty bed and all those voices in my head
To keep me company instead of you
So much for the blues... (x4)