Well, I could sing you a song about the happier days
But the happier days ain't here
String you along in a million ways

And only the lies would be clear
You need something to believe in, right or wrong
You would sell your soul tomorrow for a song

Does it seem so very strange
That I can't feel like you?
Or do you feel so only
That you cannot see me too?

Mama, the man you see may not be
The man you saw in the boy of me
Mama's uptight when she sees me free

Well, I may not be the man she sees
I need something, right or wrong
I would sell my soul tomorrow for a song

Nice to think you would give up the ship
And come a runnin' to me when I'm lonely

Sing you a song about the happier days
The happier days ain't here
String you along in a million ways
Only the lies would be clear

You need something
Right or wrong
Yes and you would sell for a song

You need something to believe in
Right or wrong
You would sell your soul tomorrow for a song