I'm sorry that you seem to have
The weight of the world over you
I cherish your smile
There's a word of peace on you lips
Say it, and with tenderness I'll cherish you
I'll cherish you
I'm sorry if he hit you with a
Full can of Coke, it's no joke
Your face is bleeding
You'll soon be leaving this town
To the clowns who worship
No one but themselves, no one but themselves
I hate feeling this way, oh
I hate feeling this way, oh
I know that you hate it too, oh
Now that your coffee's growing cold, oh
All of the customers look so old, oh
Honey, if I could be so bold