And I turned away From the darkened window To light the lantern On the night table And opened up The virgin pages And I tried to write The saddest song In the world And then I fold up The tearsoaked pages Of care-worn lines And forlorn phrases Of shameless abandon As if guided by the many hands Of the disenchanted But I still decided To let the pages fly To the hands of another And so I let them fly And I tried to write The saddest song In the world