And the light you gave   You took when you were gone   It's a war that can't be won   With fists or talk or money      And there's no escape   But there's nothin' I want more   But I'd better stop complainin' now   I guess because      Too many sad words   Make for sad, sad song   Too many sad words   Make for sad, sad song      And the night you came   You won me, all and all   And the better part of everythin'   Is born to run      And the price of fame   Is that they love you when you're gone   But I better stop complainin' now   It's useless because      Too many sad words   Make for sad, sad song   Too many sad words   Make for sad, sad song      Too many sad words   Make a sad, sad song   Too many sad words   Make a sad, sad song