Was that your face
Walking down 5th Street?
It was on your head
But it was looking at your feet
Your steely eyes
The meanest blue
Betrayed a bit of darkness inside you

Baby what's wrong? (I'm afraid to ask you)
Baby what's wrong? (Tell me, what did he do?)
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song?

I see your hands
The way they hide up your sleeves
Your slender little fingers in a tight white fist
That was meant for me
I'm not the one who hurt you
I'm just passing by
But I would dry your big wet tears if you let me try

Baby what's wrong? (I'm afraid to ask you)
Baby what's wrong? (Tell me, what did he do?)
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song?

I wanna hear a story
About a girl and boy
With a handful of his hair
She tells him, "You are my toy!"
She winds him up so tight that he can barely breathe
Lying in a tangled mess that he can never leave

Baby what's wrong? (I'm afraid to ask you)
Baby what's wrong? (Tell me, what did he do?)
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song?

Baby what's wrong? (I'm afraid to ask you)
Baby what's wrong? (Tell me, what did he do?)
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song?
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song?