I can't write my words. When I don't have you. I can't sing my song. When my strings won't tune. . You won't believe me. You won't believe me crying. I can't walk my path.
Call me crazy if you've got it in you. But these people don't seem to mind. Sweet vermouth now you're telling me the truth. A little stubbornness will work out fine.
New life decides to come through the front door. And makes us wish we'd shown respect before. Though I don't have much of a choice. I resolve to regain my voice.