For the Sake of the Song Counting Crows

Why does she sing, her sad songs for me
I'm not the one, to tenderly bring her soft sympathy
I've just begun, to see my way clear and it's plain
If I stop I will fall, I can lay down a tear for her pain
Just a tear and that's all

Oh now what does she want me to do?
She says that she knows that moments are rare
I suppose, that it's true, then on she goes
To say I don't care, oh she knows that I do
Maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
And who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong

She'd like to think that I'm cruel
But she knows that's a lie for I would be
No more than a fool if I allowed her to cry all over me
Well all my sorrow is real, even though, I can't change my plans
If she could see how I feel then I know, that she'd understand

Or does she actually think I'm to blame?
Does she really believe
That some word of mine can relieve all of her pain?
Can't she see that she grieves
Just because she's been blindly deceived by her shame?
Oh but maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song
And who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong