Lullaby

These hammers and strings

Been followin' me around

From a box filled garage

To the dark punk rock clubs

Of one thousand American towns

And my friend calls me up

She says how have you been?

I say Dear I've been well

Yeah the money is coming"

But I miss you like hell

I still hear you in this old piano

She says Andy I know

That we don't talk as much

But I still hear your ghost

In these old punk rock clubs

Come on write me a song

Give me something to trust

Just promise you won't let it be

Just the keys that you touch

Give me something to believe in

A breath from the breathing

So write it down and don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Coz lately I'm not dreamin'

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just Saturday night

I've got no where to hide

So I'll write you a lullaby

These hammers and strings

Been following me around

Behind passenger vans

For the snow dirt and sands

Of one thousand American towns

And my friend calls me up

With her heart heavy still

She says Andy the doctors

Prescribed me the pills

But I know I'm not crazy

I just lost my will

So why am I why am I?

Taking them still

Give me something to believe in

A breath from the breathing

So write it down and don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Coz lately I'm not dreamin'

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just Saturday night

I've got no where to hide

To the sleepless this is my reply

I will write you a lullaby

A lullaby

Give me something to believe in

So write it down and don't think that I'll close my eyes

'Coz lately I'm not dreamin'

So what's the point in sleeping?

It's just Saturday night

I've got no where to hide

To the sleepless this is my reply

I'll write you a lullaby

A lullaby