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For the Sake of the Song
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Why does she sing
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her sad songs for me,
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I'm not the one
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to tenderly bring
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her soft sympathy
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I've just begun
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to see my way clear
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and it's plain,
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if I stop I will fall
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I can lay down a tear
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for her pain,
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just a tear and that's all.
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What does she want me to do?
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she says that she knows
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that moments are rare
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I suppose that it's true
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then on she goes
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to say I don't care,
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and she knows
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that I do
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Maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
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and who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong.
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She'd like to think that I'm cruel,
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but she knows that's a lie
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for I would be
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no more than a tool
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if I allowed her to cry
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all over me.
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Oh my sorrow is real
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even though
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I can't change my plan
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If she could see how I feel
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then I know
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that she'd understand
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Oh does she actually think I'm to blame?
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Does she really believe
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that some word of mine
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can relieve
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all her pain?
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Can't she see that she grieves
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just because she's been blindly deceived
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by her shame?
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Nothin's what it seems,
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maybe she'll start someday
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to realize
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If she abandons her dreams,
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then all the words she can say
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are only lies
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when will she see
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that to gain
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is only to lose?
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All that she offers me
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are her chains,
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I got to refuse
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Oh but it's only to herself that she's lied
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she likes to pretend
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it's something that she must defend,
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with her pride
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and I don't intend
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to stand her and be the friend
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from whom she must hide
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For the Sake of the Song
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| Townes Van Zandt |
