Beggars always seem to work the holidays And I guess the wintertime just has a way Of piling on the pity for shoes that don't block the cold And the feeling that the change you give will turn your heart to gold
Well, she lost the apple in her eye tonight To a worm that was only hungry, not digging out of spite Sometimes god doesn't give a ****, and looks the other way To make sure the football players kneel down and point and pray
But we keep on asking anyway
These old sad songs I sing Seem a lot more honest these days It never sat good with me to try and fake them And I'm down to one guitar And one shot left to raise And another night down, and another line to write in
I've been wandering now for years and didn't know it You zig and you zag and you lose track every moment Soon a year becomes five and you look around and see you've lost a friend But you see yourself more clearly in the end
And you realize there's no way to pretend
These old sad songs I sing Ring a lot more true these days And even if I tried I don't think I could fake them And I'm down to one guitar And one silly turn of phrase To try and sum up the memories that are fading
These old sad songs I sing Know me more than anyone else these days And if I only knew, I'd have never started to fake them But I had this old guitar And my fingers had a way Of moaning out the notes my heart would soon be making