The was ‘65 Outside your room was where I’d lie To hear Dylan tunes In the afternoon We never seemed to a point of view and thunderclouds were never far away And every day I guess you got blues And when you get those blues nothing you can do
I four winds could blow you home Back to when we’d sit and find a way To face I guess you got those blues And when you get those blues There’s you can do No one to turn When you get those blues When you get those There’s nothing you can do