So Much for the Blues Songtext
von Sons of Bill

Well its Tuesday night, and we're at it again,
you know i don't want to talk and i dont want to make amends,
I'd rather just lay here alone trapped in my head,
and make you think that there's something left unsaid.

And no i ain't even all that sad but i'll play the part,
just another sun-dressed serenade suffering for my art,
and maybe find a little bit of meaning in your broken heart.


So pick my head up off the floor, and throw my ass back out the door,
to find your heart ain't nothin' more, little girl your bound to lose.
For this goddamn empty bed and all those voices in my head,
to keep me company instead of you.

Yeah i wish i could right a song like Townes Van Zandt,
then i could be a son of a bitch and no one would give a damn,
and i just keep telling myself that no one understands...

So pick my head up off the floor, and throw my ass back out the door,
to find your heart ain't nothin' more, little girl your bound to lose.
For this goddamn empty bed and all those voices in my head,
to keep me company instead of you.

So much for the blues...