The year was ‘65 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 I guess you those blues And when get those blues There’s nothing you can do
I wish four winds could blow you home to when we’d sit find a way To face today I guess you got those blues when you get those blues There’s nothing you can do one to turn to When you get those blues When you get those blues There’s nothing can do