My hands are turning numb but i still gotta strum My Velvet guitar and i don't care how long Might write a sad one but who's gonna sing them this time. My hands are turning numb but i still gotta strum My Velvet guitar and i don't care how long exactly what went wrong but who's gonna blame him this time ----- A rooster's in the trees but he can't crow for me He's wasted his time He lost track of how long exactly what went wrong but who's gonna blame him this time? I hear her sing for me but she won't cry for me I'm wasted, inside ----- She's too cool to come down and dance to a sad one but who's gonna blame her this time ----------. Not gonna break him down.