A Song For The Drunk And Broken Hearted Passenger 

Sweet Sunday afternoon, September's golden brown
Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown
Shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown
Your heart’s a late bloom as you sink another one down

I know it knows the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
There's no love left you could steal

For the joker laughs alone
And the jester's outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost
And the sad mind sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

The sweet Sunday afternoon and all that can be heard
Is an old, familiar tune for you've forgotten half the words
The sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds
And hopes a red bloom, disappearing through the clouds

I know it knows the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
And there's no one here to make a deal with

For the joker laughs alone
And the jester's outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

For the joker laughs alone
And the jester's outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it cost
Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost