There’s always music in my mind
Orchestrations for my life
Oh this symphony sometimes
Plays like a sad song, sad song
September morning on my couch
Trembling hand across my mouth
Watching life go down in flames
I sang a sad song, sad song

Chorus
Can you hear the old broken melody
Blowing through the trees of Eden
Out across the heart of all humanity
Such a sad song, sad song

Now the sun sets on the sands
Bombs like rain spill over man
While orphans made of flags and steel
Cry out a sad song, sad song

I can see the Man of Sorrows through this pain
Broken body, bloodied face
He’s crying out and making way
To end our sad song, sad song

Words and music by Shaun Groves ©2005 New Spring Publishing, Inc./ASCAP (all rights administered by Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing, Inc.)