I wake up at night

and see your face,

can’t hear what you’re sayin’ to me.

I think that I might

see more than a trace

of sorrow in your eyes, in your eyes.

Tell me a story,

sing me a tune,

tell me the reason for tears.

Fallen from glory,

the man in the moon

has broken your dream, broken your dream.

But that’s the way of the world –

honey, you’d better get used to it.

There’s a fine line between callus and armor,

can’t you see?

The sun’s coming up,

the shades are half-drawn.

The sadness has mellowed to gray.

Sip from a cup

of coffee at dawn,

the madness of the day, will fade away.

Sympathy is all that I have.

Sympathy is all I can give.

Sympathy,

sympathy.