Here I am just sittin around
With an old piano in a vacant room
And the same old feelins come again
So uncertain hurtin scared
I though I grew, but here I am again
Shoulda seen the train be passin thru.
I thought I knew
And I cant make music
No I cant make rhyme
No I cant do anything
To take me away this time
I know its an old cliche to say
I feel Im gonna die
And I hear its goin out to cry
So Im gonna say some kind words to you
I like to wish you luck & hope
That life will be with someone else
Just like I though it would be with me
But I cant see...
And I cant make music
No I cant make rhyme
No I cant do anything
To take me away this time