These Sore Eyes

I go out alone every Saturday night
I still read your books underneath city streetlights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight

I keep on looking to the past
Trying to find all the reasons why

I go out alone every Saturday night
I still read your books underneath city streetlights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight

I keep on playing all your songs
Hoping to find a simple reason why

You're gone, you're here, you're in and outta love with me
And so I try to find all the reasons why

I keep on playing all your songs
Hoping to find all the reasons why

I go out alone every Saturday night
I still read your books underneath city streetlights
These sore eyes are such an awful sight
These sore eyes are such an awful sight