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 And the jesters 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 costs 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 hopes a red balloon Disappearing through the clouds I know it numbs the way you feel Blurs what is right and what is real And there's no one here to make a deal with For the joker laughs along And the jesters 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 costs Well the joker he laughs along While the jesters outsmarted The gambler never wins back what he's lost Yeah, and the sad man he sings a song For the drunk and broken hearted The fool he never knows how much it costs No, the fool he never knows how much it costs --- A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted - Passenger