It's twelve o'clock, the TV's on and I'm just sittin' around I'm restless and blue, but I can't figure out why As the drunks on the park benches are putting their blankets down I'm thinking boy, you'd better learn to cry
Well I could go to sleep or else recourse to alcohol I could break up some of this room or just go outside I could turn up some old hit so loud I can't hear it anymore Sayin' boy, you'd better learn to cry Boy, you'd better learn to cry
Girlfriends and wives punctuate your silence somehow In darkened rooms in flickering black and white She says all the actors in this movie are probably dead by now You're thinkin' boy, you'd better learn to cry Boy, you'd better learn to cry
A familiar face with a loving smile greets you every day And failure seeps a little deeper through your life Yeah sure you gave some girl your heart, but you never used it anyway Sayin' boy, you better learn to cry Boy, you'd better learn to cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
