Learn To Cry - Del Amitri

It’s twelve o’clock, the TV’s on and I’m just sittin' around

I’m restless and blue but I can’t figure out why

As the drunks on the park benches

Are putting their blankets down

I’m thinking, boy, you’d better learn to cry

Well, I could go to sleep or else recourse to alcohol

I could break up some of this room or just go outside

I could turn up some old hit so loud I can’t hear it anymore

Sayin' boy, you’d better learn to cry

Boy, you’d better learn to cry

Girlfriends and wives punctuate your silence somehow

In darkened rooms, in flickering black and white

She says all the actors in this movie are probably dead by now

You’re thinkin', boy, you’d better learn to cry

Boy, you’d better learn to cry

A familiar face with a loving smile greets you every day

And failure seeps a little deeper through your life

Yeah, sure you gave some girl your heart

But you never used it anyway

Sayin' boy, you better learn to cry

Boy, you’d better learn to cry