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