The Songs That We Sing
I saw somebody whoReminded me of youBefore you got afraid.I wish that you could’ve stayed that way.
I saw a little girl,I stopped and smiled at her;She screamed and ran away.It happens to me more and more these days.
And these songs that you sing,Do they mean anythingTo the people you’re singing them to?People like you.
I saw a photograph,A woman in a bathOf hundred-dollar bills.If the cold doesn’t kill her, money will.
I read a magazineThat said by seventeenYour life was at an end.I’m dead and I’m perfectly content.
And these songs that I sing,Do they mean anythingTo the people I’m singing them to?People like you.
And these songs that we sing,Do they mean anythingTo the people we’re singing them to?Tonight they do.
Tonight they do.
Tonight they do.