On a stage, all alone, I sit and pick, and play my songs, I close my eyes, and I try
To hide the hurt I bear, I pretend I’m just fine, for all the folks standing in line,
They don’t see, it’s killing me, that you’re not
tonight I the dive the tip jar on by where I play,
You’d it run it round time or paid,
And still you, you each when out,
get I’m still in the
Another a wink or two,
Smile so sweet, yeah weak, she ain’t
And the dive bar the tip jar the floor by play,
pick it up the room two, got paid,
I still want for you, and of you night when I
How can over you, when I’m to find you in the
And want to you, and dream you out,
how over when still to in the
can I get over you, trying find in crowd,
still to sing you, you each I look
can you, when find you crowd,