smoke and a guitar for my friends i had to go and try again two good hands and a restless soul im down to seeds and stems to roll if i could start time turning backwards i guess id do it all the same and its a sad sad story when theres no one left to blame chorus when theres know one left to blame for the things i put you through and im left with all the pieces of what i did and did not do thats why im all alone this evening i can hear the midnight train and its a sad sad story when theres no one left to blame alone i left you on the border counting footprints in the sand now my life seems out of order but my rings still on my hand ive tried all that i can think of it wouldn t help me ease the pain and its a sad sad story when theres no one left to blame repeat chorus and when im all alone this evening i slowly start to go insane lord its a sad sad story of a man with no one left to blame yes its a sad sad story when theres no one left to blame