| Song | Cause For Sympathy |
| Artist | Blue Rodeo |
| Album | Palace Of Gold |
| 作词 : Cuddy, Keelor | |
| Sometimes you lose your head | |
| Think of all the stupid things you've said | |
| Pouring out of your mouth | |
| Like rain through a broken windowpane | |
| Nobody made you do it | |
| There's a hoop and you jump through it | |
| You made this mess all by yourself | |
| What did you say? | |
| I thought | |
| I said everything there was for me to say | |
| How could you know? | |
| I looked into her eyes, | |
| I thought they were telling me so | |
| Now I don't want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| I took my chances, eyes wide open | |
| Stayed too long and the spell was broken | |
| Nobody wants to see | |
| The mess you become so easily | |
| Crawling around and singing your sad songs | |
| Late into the night | |
| Must be the words you're choosing | |
| The unconvincing smile you're using | |
| Try and try again, you can't get it right | |
| What did you do? | |
| I poured my heart out til my words filled the room | |
| How did it go? | |
| She smiled and took my hand, said it's all just a little too soon. | |
| Now I don't want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| Save your tears, | |
| I never earned them | |
| Lessons are there, but | |
| I never learn them at all | |
| Every night the same old game | |
| Fumbling around for some stranger's name | |
| Or going out of your mind | |
| Waiting for the phone to finally ring | |
| I know life can be so messy | |
| But you can't spend all your time confessing | |
| Try saving something for yourself | |
| What did you say? | |
| I thought | |
| I said everything there was for me to say | |
| How could you know? | |
| I looked into her crying eyes, they were telling me so | |
| Now I don't want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| Save your breath, | |
| I never listen | |
| You think | |
| I don't know something's missing | |
| But now I'll wait and see | |
| How it all turns out for me | |
| It's not as painful as they tell you | |
| Some success in every failure | |
| Now I know | |
| I can handle the pain | |
| I'll stand here waiting, hope it all happens again |
| zuò cí : Cuddy, Keelor | |
| Sometimes you lose your head | |
| Think of all the stupid things you' ve said | |
| Pouring out of your mouth | |
| Like rain through a broken windowpane | |
| Nobody made you do it | |
| There' s a hoop and you jump through it | |
| You made this mess all by yourself | |
| What did you say? | |
| I thought | |
| I said everything there was for me to say | |
| How could you know? | |
| I looked into her eyes, | |
| I thought they were telling me so | |
| Now I don' t want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| I took my chances, eyes wide open | |
| Stayed too long and the spell was broken | |
| Nobody wants to see | |
| The mess you become so easily | |
| Crawling around and singing your sad songs | |
| Late into the night | |
| Must be the words you' re choosing | |
| The unconvincing smile you' re using | |
| Try and try again, you can' t get it right | |
| What did you do? | |
| I poured my heart out til my words filled the room | |
| How did it go? | |
| She smiled and took my hand, said it' s all just a little too soon. | |
| Now I don' t want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| Save your tears, | |
| I never earned them | |
| Lessons are there, but | |
| I never learn them at all | |
| Every night the same old game | |
| Fumbling around for some stranger' s name | |
| Or going out of your mind | |
| Waiting for the phone to finally ring | |
| I know life can be so messy | |
| But you can' t spend all your time confessing | |
| Try saving something for yourself | |
| What did you say? | |
| I thought | |
| I said everything there was for me to say | |
| How could you know? | |
| I looked into her crying eyes, they were telling me so | |
| Now I don' t want to be your cause for sympathy | |
| Save your breath, | |
| I never listen | |
| You think | |
| I don' t know something' s missing | |
| But now I' ll wait and see | |
| How it all turns out for me | |
| It' s not as painful as they tell you | |
| Some success in every failure | |
| Now I know | |
| I can handle the pain | |
| I' ll stand here waiting, hope it all happens again |