Sad Songs

And the light you gave

You took when you were gone

It's a war that can't be won

With fists or talk or moneyAnd there's no escape

But there's nothin' I want more

But I'd better stop complainin' now

I guess becauseToo many sad words

Make for sad, sad song

Too many sad words

Make for sad, sad songAnd the night you came

You won me, all and all

And the better part of everythin'

Is born to runAnd the price of fame

Is that they love you when you're gone

But I better stop complainin' now

It's useless becauseToo many sad words

Make for sad, sad song

Too many sad words

Make for sad, sad songToo many sad words

Make a sad, sad song

Too many sad words

Make a sad, sad song