Nothing On My Mind

There's nothing on my mind
But I just can't keep from cryin'
A reason I have to find
But I know it's all a lie

When I was a boy I was filled with joy
My mother never had a chance
Her vacant stare saw something there
But I never caught a glance

Woah, there's nothing on my mind
But I just can't keep from cryin'
A reason I have to find
But I know it's all a lie

My father was paid a pauper's wage
All to make one man a king
And when he came home I felt more alone
No one ever said a thing

Woah, there's nothing on my mind
But I just can't keep from cryin'
A reason I have to find
But I know it's all a lie

When I went to work as a postal clerk
I sold 700 stamps a day
My boss was kind—he treated me fine
But I hated him anyway

Woah, there's nothing on my mind
But I just can't keep from cryin'
A reason I have to find
But I know it's all a lie

In the winter's cold my young lover grew old
With a pain inside her chest
Through each dreary hour all that was sweet turned sour
Then we laid her soul to rest

Oh there's nothing on my mind
But I just can't keep from cryin'
So a reason I have to find
But I know it's all a lie
But I know it's all a lie
But I know it's all a lie