While 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 can‘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.
No i can‘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 gray
No i can‘t really tell you
Just what is wrong, my dear,
But still what comes out is another sad song.