Can you hear me when I cry
Would you at least just lie and tell me you would listen to me if you had the time
Sitting in a pulpit at an office with the peel and stick stained glass
I guess it's easier that way in case you change your mind and have to tear it down
Dad called, he said I should write a happy song for one time in my life before too long
So they can hear it before they're both gone
Couldn't tell you what I'm worth, it's probably something less than before
Can you hear me when I cry
Would you at least just lie and tell me you would listen to me if you had the time
Grandpa gave me his guitar and all I did was write a sad song