A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted

Sweet Sunday afternoon, September's golden brown

Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown

And shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown

Your heart's a lead balloon as you sink another one down

I know it numbs the way you feel

Blurs what is right and what is real

And there's no love left you can steal

For the joker laughs along

As the jester's outsmarted

The gambler tries to win back what he's lost

And the sad man sings a song

For the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Sweet Sunday afternoon and all that can be heard

Is an old familiar tune, though you've forgotten half the words

And sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds

And hope's a red balloon, disappearing through the clouds

I know it numbs the way you feel

Blurs what is right and what is real

There's no one here to make a deal with

For the joker laughs along

And the jester's outsmarted

The gambler tries to win back what he's lost

Oh, and the sad man, he sings a song

For the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Yeah well the joker, he laughs along

As the jester's outsmarted

The gambler tries to win back what he's lost

Oh, and the sad man, he sings a song

For the drunk and broken hearted

Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Well the fool, he never knows how much it cost