And I turned away from the darkened window
To light the lantern on the night table
And opened up the virgin pages

And I tried to write
The Saddest Song In The World


And then I folded up
The tear soaked pages
Of careworn lines and forlorn phrases

Of shameless abandon
As if guided by the many hands
of The Disenchanted!

But I soon decided to let the pages fly
To the hands of another
And so I let them fly

And I tried to write
The Saddest Song In The World