And the lot you've gained, you took when you were gone
It's a war that can't be won with fists or talk or money.
And theres no escape, theres nothing I want more,
but I better stop complaining now, I guess because...
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
And the night you came you warned me on and on
And the better part of everything is born to run
And the price of fame is that they love you when you're gone
But I better stop complaining now, it's useless because
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
It's a war that can't be won with fists or talk or money.
And theres no escape, theres nothing I want more,
but I better stop complaining now, I guess because...
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
And the night you came you warned me on and on
And the better part of everything is born to run
And the price of fame is that they love you when you're gone
But I better stop complaining now, it's useless because
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs
Too many sad words make for sad, sad songs