I Can't Make Music

Here I am just sitting around
With an old piano in a vacant room
And the same old fellings come again
So uncertain, hurt and scared
I thought I grew, but here I am again
I should have seen the train be passing through
I thought I knew.

And I can't make music
No, I can't make rhymes
No, I can't do anything
To take me away this time.

I know it's an old cliche to say I fell I'm gonna die
And I here it's gone out to cry
So I'm gonna say some kind words to you
I like to wish you luck and hope
That life will be with someone else
Just like I thought it would be with me
But I can't see. (repeat chorus)

I can't make music,
And I can't make rhymes
No, I can't do anything
To take me away this time.