Nothing ‘bout the Blues
Don't know nothing ‘bout the blues,I'm only waiting for some good news,All the years, behind usLike so many pairs of shoes?
Don't know nothing bout the blues,Since I have nothing left to lose,Now you're gone, and all the doors are closed,And I am too?
You lied, and I tried to understand,Wiped away your tears and took your hand,Laughed as the afternoon turned green grass into greyAnd the rain came down so silently,It took our breath away?
Don't know nothing bout the blues,I'm only waiting for some good newsAll the years that fell behind us,Like so many pairs of shoes?
We sat in ordinary rooms?Doing normal things?Dusting off the TVWaiting for the phone to ringWeekends in the backyard,Someone's at the door,Please let him in.
Don't know nothing bout the blues,And all we waiting for some good news,All the years behind usLike so many pears of shoes?