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.