A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted (Acoustic) Passenger

[Verse 1]
Sweet Sunday afternoon, September's golden brown
Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown
And shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown
Your heart's a lead balloon as you sink another one down

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it numbs the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
And there's no love left you can steal

[Chorus]
For the joker laughs along
As the jester's outsmarted
The gambler tries to win back what he's lost
And the sad man sings a song
For the drunk and broken hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

[Verse 2]
Sweet Sunday afternoon, and all that can be heard
Is an old familiar tune, but you've forgotten half the words
And sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds
And your heart's a red balloon, disappearing through the clouds

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it numbs the way you feel
It blurs what is right and what is real
There's no one here to make a deal with