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.