I was listening to our records, but I never played our song.   The Underground sang “Sunday Morning,” Lou Reed was never wrong.       I want to write you something.   Sing it from my heart.   I stole the words from a Hallmark card,   I never used, but they're so true.      Sorry I can't write a song about you.   Sorry I can't write a song about you.      I was watching some old movies, and they really weren't that good.   It wasn't “Inside Daisy Clover,” there's no Natalie Wood.      I want to tell you something, say it from my soul.   The words got stuck in my throat, and nothing came out,   But I meant it loud.      Sorry I can't write a song about you.   Sorry I can't write a song about you.      Someday, it'll be all right.   Maybe it'll be okay.   Someday, it'll be all right.   Maybe it'll be okay.      I want to tell you something, sing it from my heart.   I stole the words from a Hallmark card,   I never used, but they're so true.   Nothing came out, but I meant it loud.      Sorry I can't write a song about you.   Sorry I can't write a song about you.      I'm sorry, I'm sorry.   I'm sorry, I'm sorry.