Songtexte: The Study Band. Dearest Sophie, I'm Sorry.

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(Across town, Clive and William's mother, Sophie, sits staring out a window in an all but empty apartment)

You're locked up in your house
Your pictures packed in boxes
Your sons have both moved out and left you to fend for your own
And after all you've done with your body growing old

But tell me, tell me
Did you ever sing to them
Or did work have you so tired you would just send them to bed
How easily we forget

Your days spent in a chair
That window your obsession
You watch the frantic rush of life as it passes you by
Friends with city lights
Converse with neon signs

But tell, now tell me
Where you ever there for them
Or did grief and self pity take all that you had left
Oh lord, what a mess

And what of the father figure where has he been
She takes out that slip of paper she's read and reread
Decipher each word it said

Never really sure what the hell he meant
That son of a bitch she'd never see again

But don't blame it on the blues
Your sorrow gets the best of you
So dry your crying eyes
I'll give you the awful truth
You probably should have moved on with your life
Tell me, did you even try

Or perhaps I'm not looking at this right
True love's not that easy to come by