A Song For The Drunk And Broken Hearted

<p>Sweet Sunday afternoon September is golden brown Summer always fades too soon Like the laughter of a clown</p><p>Shadows fill the room Where sorrows come to drown Your heart’s a lead balloon As you sink another one down</p><p>I know it numbs the way you feel It blurs what is right and what is real There's no love left you can steal</p><p>For the joker laughs alone As the jester is outsmarted And 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</p><p>Sweet Sunday afternoon And no, that can't be her It’s an old familiar tune But you've forgotten half the words</p><p>Sunlight floods the room Like a silent flock of birds And hope is a red balloon Disappearing through the clouds</p><p>I know it numbs the way you feel It blurs what is right and what is real There's no one here to make a deal with</p><p>For the joker laughs alone And the jester is outsmarted The gambler tries to win back what he's lost And the sad man he sings a song For the drunk and broken hearted And the fool, he never knows how much it cost</p><p>Oh, and the joker, he laughs alone And the jester is outsmarted And 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</p><p>Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost</p>