When I was a boy
My father told me, son
Listen to these guys
Groan and moan and cry
Groan and moan and cry
Do you know why
The guitar pulls the heart string
I said no, I don't know
I'm too young to understand sorrow
I was too young to understand
So I left the house
In search of pain
In search of fame
In search of a stain on my soul
I still don't know why I choose
To suffer, to suffer, to sing the blues
Where am I now
A few years older
And a degree or two colder
I'm becoming a disconnected
Oh, this is not what I had expected