| Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
|
| And ironing out the rough spots
|
| Is the hardest part when memories remain
|
| And it’s times like these when we all need to hear the radio
|
| Cause from the lips of some old singer
|
| We can share the troubles we already know
|
| Turn them on, turn them on
|
| Turn on those sad songs
|
| When all hope is gone
|
| Why don’t you tune in and turn them on
|
| They reach into your room
|
| Just feel their gentle touch
|
| When all hope is gone
|
| Sad songs say so much
|
| If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
|
| When every single word makes sense
|
| Then it’s easier to have those songs around
|
| The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
|
| And it feels so good to hurt so bad
|
| And suffer just enough to sing the blues
|
| Sad songs, they say
|
| Sad songs, they say
|
| Sad songs, they say
|
| Sad songs, they say so much |