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 every day I guess you got those blues And when you get those blues There’s nothing you can
I wish four winds blow you home Back to when we’d sit and find a way face today I guess you got those blues And when you those blues There’s nothing you can do No one to turn to When get those blues When you get blues There’s nothing you can do