I was listening to our records, but I never played our song.
The Underground sang "Sunday Morning," Lou Reed was never wrong.
I want to write you something.
Sing it from my heart.
I stole the words from a Hallmark card,
I never used, but they're so true.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
I was watching some old movies, and they really weren't that good.
It wasn't "Inside Daisy Clover," there's no Natalie Wood.
I want to tell you something, say it from my soul.
The words got stuck in my throat, and nothing came out,
But I meant it loud.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Someday, it'll be all right.
Maybe it'll be okay.
Someday, it'll be all right.
Maybe it'll be okay.
I want to tell you something, sing it from my heart.
I stole the words from a Hallmark card,
I never used, but they're so true.
Nothing came out, but I meant it loud.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
Sorry I can't write a song about you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.