The year was ‘65 Outside your room 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 those blues There’s nothing you can do
I wish four winds could blow home Back to when we’d sit and a way To face today I guess you got those blues And when you those blues There’s nothing you can No one to turn to When you get those blues When you get those blues nothing you can do