The tears stain the lyrics on the paper soaking up my pain

Blur the words I’m singing they’re drifting down like rain

I strum another G chord on my battered old guitar

Sing another heartache ballad, wish upon a falling star

Sip on a long neck bottle to chase the whiskey down

I’m glad no one can see me now, the funny singing clown

The night is almost over and my mind is growing numb

I can finally lay me down try and forget what I’m hurting from

Put my flat top on its stand, the funny singing clown is beat

Re-run our worn out memories of how she knocked me off my feet

Stare yearning at her wrinkled picture, staring-smiling from the wall

Another late night morning, and I’m just too darn old to crawl

In the mirror on the dresser I see me looking back at me

Why does it have to hurt so much, why won’t she let me be

I see my eyes grow slowly weary as I wear a lonely frown

Till Mr. Sleep finally takes control of the funny singing clown.