these hammers and strings
been following been following me around
from a box filled garage
to the the dark punk rock clubs
of 1000 American towns
and my friend calls me up
she says how have you been?
I say Dear I've been well.
yeah the money has been coming.
but i miss as hell
I still hear you in this old piano, yeah
She says Andy, I know
that we don't talk as much
but i sill hear your ghost
in these old punk rock clubs
come on write me a song
give me something to trust
just promise you wont let it be
just the keys you touch

Give me something to believe in
a breath from breathing
So write it down
I don't think I'll close my eyes,
Cause lately I've not been dreaming
so whats the point in sleeping
it's just that at night
I've got no where to hide
so I'll write you a lullaby.
a lullaby

these hammer and strings
been following me around
behind passenger vans
to snow dirts and sands
of 1000 American towns
And My friends calls me up
with her heart heavy still
she says Andy the doctors
prescribed me the pills
but i know I know I'm not crazy
I just lost my will
so why am I why am I taking them still?

Give me something to believe in
a breath from breathing
So write it down
I don't think I'll close my eyes,
Cause lately I've not been dreaming
so whats the point in sleeping
it's just that at night
I've got no where to hide
so I'll write you a lullaby.
a lullaby

Give me something to believe in
So write it down I don't think I'll close my eyes,
Cause lately I'm not dreaming
so whats the point sleeping
it's just that at night
I've got no where to hide
to the sleepless this this is my reply
so I will write you a lullaby.
a lullaby
a lullaby
a lullaby