Who Told You I Was A Musician?

Who Told You I Was A Musician?

Lonesome. Lonesome. I Know What It Means. Here All By My Lonesome, Dreaming Empty Dreams. Weary. Weary At The Close Of Day, Wondering If Tomorrow Brings Me Joy Or Sorrow.

I've Got A Very Behind-the-scenes Personality. I Don't Know How I Became A Performer. I Like To Stay Discreet, Out Of The Public Eye, Very Low-key.

I'm Sad And Blue, About Nobody But You. I Told You That I Loved You Right From The Start, You Told Me The Same And Now You Try To Break My Little Heart.

What I Do And What I Record Only Work For The Moment.