Sorrow (3:38)

Don’t tell me you don’t know
About tearin’ up my day
Because you do it oh so well
And then you change your mind and stay

Suppose you’re convinced that I was just another
Vince or Bob or Jack or Bruce or Joe or Tom or Nick or Pete or Al
They’re all the same

And Sorrow was her name
And pain was her claim to fame
Look out here she comes again
Desire of doomed men

But now she’s gone away
Some other sucker’s shrink bills
Some other sucker’s hard-earned pay
I wonder if we’ll meet again
I wonder what she’d say
But it’ll never happen
Never
Never

And Sorrow was her name
And pain was her claim to fame
Look out here she comes again
Desire of doomed men

I went to the party and saw the old heartache
looked better than ever forgot about never
She wanted to touch oh the dress was too much
So she pulled the old number and ruined my slumber
Next morning I woke up forgot we had broke up
So I fixed her some eggs
(These aren’t poached!)

And now she’s