I stay out late at night and sing my songs
And sometimes all the nights
It's good when I finally make it home
All alone, while she lays dreaming
I try to get undressed without the light
And I come to her and I say
I'll never know just what she sees in me
With my little song I was wrong
And so I go on trying faithfully
maybe on some special night
Then I'll find a way, find a way
I stumble to the kitchen for a bite
Then I see my old piano in the night
Just waiting for me like a secret friend
I fumble with a melody or two
Then I'm torn between the thing
And then she says to wake her up when I'm through God,
I'll never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl
with my little song I was wrong
And so I go on trying faithfully
maybe on some special night
Find a way, while she lays