When all hope is gone You know sad songs say so much

As soon as I’m over you

Loneliness. Such a dear friend of mine.

Censorship is as American as apple pie

So anytime somebody needs ya Don’t let ’em down, although it grieves ya

you wish to talk about it. In fear you keep it to yourself.

Go to see my baby again And to be with some of my friends Maybe I’d be happy then On Blue Bayou