Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper      Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak   And so's my soul, it's been one hell of a week   Not much else could go wrong   But damn, this could make a great song      Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend   And I'm looking back seeing my world at an end   Cause I'm sure that by now she must know   You know, this ain't s bad as songs go      Well I try not to smile, and I try not to stare   And I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothing's there   It's getting harder every day   But upon reflection, this song is okay      You see when I'm down with the blues   I try to put it to some good use   And if I could make something to play   Well, then something's come of it anyway   So at least my songs are all right   At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light   And if all they do is give me something to write   As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right   At least my songs are okay   At least they help make the pain the pain go away   And although I know I'll cry myself to sleep tonight   As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right   My songs are all right      Well, I've got to realize that love isn't real   And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel   I don't see where I could be wrong   So I might as well finish up this song      Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new   I'm one of the many, not one of the lucky few   I've got lots of lonely friends   I bet they wish that this song would end      You see when I'm down with the blues   I try to put it to some good use   And if I can make something to play   Well something's come of it anyway   So at least my songs are all right   At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light   And if all they do is give me something to write   Well, as far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right   At least my songs are okay   At least they help make the pain go away   And even though I'll cry myself to sleep tonight   Well, rest assured, my songs are all right   My songs are all right      Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new   I'm one of many, not one of the lucky few   I said I'm sick of loving her and I'm sick of telling you   I'm sick of being in pain, and I know what to do   She says we're good friends, but she's no friend of mine   I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind   I'd love her in a big way but I know she don't care   And I'm sick of finding out that life just ain't that fair   I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind   And I'm sick of these new thing that I'm trying to find   I'm sick of he loves her and I'm sick of she loves him   I'm sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim   The list of what I'm sick of is so long   And finally   I'm getting sick of this song