Sad Songs

How I pray the day will come that you can't make those fingers dance

That guitar pickin's made your thinkin' weary of romance

You play your little songs, singing' 'bout the love you've got

But pickin' ain't the same as lovin' what you never lost

You're cryin' to yourself

It's sad but it's true

You're just a man who's playin' sad songs

That he never knew

When the day gets long and you're all alone, hummin' like you do

Let's try to hum a song that's got less fiction and more truth

Your desperation and displacement has me keepin' score

And listenin' to your singin' has become a tired bore

That handsome face has lost its faith

But I can still see through

You're just a man who's playin' sad songs

That he never knew

You're not from Texas or New Orleans or from Tennessee

And yet you sing about them, and how they're supposed to be

Still, it's kind of funny how I fell for you at all

With your guitar-pickin' fingers and your ego ten feet tall

I guess that's what it takes

To help me see it through

You're just a man who's playin' sad songs

That he never knew

I guess that's what it takes to make

A woman see it through

You're just a man who's playin' sad songs

That he never knew