I've been searching for that lonesome tune
The one I hear when I've been thinking about you
The lover's theme that comes on strong
But never lasts for long

And I've been sounding notes in my despair
Hoping that I might find you there
But as each note fades, and they always do
I have yet to find the strain

And it makes me sing even more
It makes me sing even more

Silence taunts me from time to time
In between that sighing rhythm and rhyme
And in that quiet old refrain
I start to sigh again

Oh, the lies I have told myself
Now I tell them to the wishing wells
And the echoes answer me in song
With my own melodies

And it makes me sing even more
It makes me sing even more

O, my song it is the peacock's tail
Proud as hell with heaven on its trail
It calls to you in golds and blues
But those feathers never flew

Someday You'll sing just like the whipperwhill
Someday, baby, you surely will
And we'll throw our dirt against that wall
And see what sticks and falls

And it makes me sing even more
It makes me sing even more