The Tears of the Sad
The night makes it a fuzzy street light
And the machine’s in charge, and despite
The talks, the walks, the speeches and tones
The silent messages and unanswered phones
It’s breaking up and shutting down
And wandering around this empty town
And wandering around its empty head
Already accepting the idea that it’s dead
But it wonders if it was ever alive
Looking for meaning in the last four or five
Past lives it had
When the tears of the sad
Slid down
Making moist an already soaked frown
And the machine’s in charge, and despite
The talks, the walks, the speeches and tones
The silent messages and unanswered phones
It’s breaking up and shutting down
And wandering around this empty town
And wandering around its empty head
Already accepting the idea that it’s dead
But it wonders if it was ever alive
Looking for meaning in the last four or five
Past lives it had
When the tears of the sad
Slid down
Making moist an already soaked frown