Written by: Ben Harper

sit there and call me
a liar and a cheat
i just wish you'd pin a rose on me
now you won't even
come out and take a bow

cryin' wont help you now

now your poets
have all put down their pens
the only songs to sing
are those sung again
lonely just doesn't
look good on you somehow

cryin' wont help you now

i just keep on staring
into the black eyes of the truth
we'll have to learn to live apart somehow

cryin' wont help you now