You wrote a song

You wrote a song about an old and lonely man
you wrote a song “a million raindrops keep on calling out her name”
Could you imagine that the lonely man was you
Could you believe there would be no one ther to sing it to

And I wasn’t there to lend a helping hand
for you were million miles from home<

You wrote a song “she keeps on running through your mind”
you wrote a song, your life just seemed to be a half-full glass of wine
Sometimes I wonder, and I think of what went wrong
In my opinion you were locked up in your silver song

And I wasn’t there to lend a helping hand
for you were million miles from home

And I know that I can not turn back the hands of time
I know that I can not refill your glass with wine
Wouldn’t that be fine

You wrote a song about a little bird in a cage
You wrote a song, and she’s now moving to a better place

And  I wasn’t there to lend a helping hand
for you were million miles from home
Yes  I wasn’t there to lend a helping hand
for you were million miles from home