Sad Songtext
von Algernon Cadwallader

Smoke and mirrors are good for barbecues
And vanity
But interfere with what you are trying to tell me
Call it what it really is
Call it talking practice


And I feel like a punching bag tonight
Talk out loud
Use words I mispronounce

Everything else is written in sand
And I know it will blow over

But I wish it would have ended
I wish it would have ended
I wish it would have ended
Without being so long-winded

Call it talking practice
Call it talking practice