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