It Can Even Be A

Lonesome. Lonesome. I Know What It Means. Here All By My Lonesome, Dreaming Empty Dreams. Weary. Weary At The Close Of Day, Wondering If Tomorrow Brings Me Joy Or Sorrow.

I'm Sad And Blue, About Nobody But You. I Told You That I Loved You Right From The Start, You Told Me The Same And Now You Try To Break My Little Heart.

What I Do And What I Record Only Work For The Moment.

Who Told You I Was A Musician?

It Can Even Be A Single Note Which Defines The Entire Song.