Sing me a Song They say in every guitar there’s a story to be told. This one’s a heartache, and it’s startin’ to get old. Every night round midnight, those notes, they all turn blue. Then I hear a dreamer who only lived to lose. So won’t you sing me a song: start off happy, and maybe it won’t go wrong. Won’t you help to make me smile? Then maybe I’ll be happy for a while. They say in every life comes a time to cut and run. Always seems unfair, but it happens to everyone. Sometimes it breaks you; sometimes it makes you strong. Lets you know who your friends are, and where you don’t belong. Sometimes this old guitar sounds haunted, like someone’s life just fell apart. A lonesome chord drifts off into the wind: that’s the sound of a broken heart. They say in every day there’s a chance to start again. Lay aside your grievances, sue for peace and then they say that every night when you lay down to rest, the only thing you need to know is that you did your best. Thanks to Jay for the vocal.