Sweet Sunday afternoon
September is golden brown
Summer always fades too soon
Like the laughter of a clown

Shadows fill the room
Where sorrows come to drown
Your heart’s a lead balloon
As you sink another one down

I know it numbs the way you feel
It blurs what is right and what is real
There's no love left you can steal

For the joker laughs alone
As the jester is outsmarted
And 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

Sweet Sunday afternoon
And no, that can't be her
It’s an old familiar tune
But you've forgotten half the words

Sunlight floods the room
Like a silent flock of birds
And hope is a red balloon
Disappearing through the clouds

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

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

Oh, and the joker, he laughs alone
And the jester is outsmarted
And the gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Yeah, and the sad man he sings a song
For the drunk and broken hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost