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
Yea well the joker, he laughs along
As the jester\'s outsmarted
The gambler tries to win back what he\'s lost
Yeah, and the sad man, he sings a song
For the drunk and broken hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost
Well the fool, he never knows how much it cost