Why would you keep looking once you found it
I tried that once and my whole life it took
Like a flash of light by love’s first sight I was blinded
That could have been the last place that I looked
But the whip of youth and myth it said get Kracken
There were no hobos so I had to hop a train
Had to take a cup of water to the desert
And these are the two hands from which that cup was made
I sure do love to dawn my tale with glory’s ribbons
And I would if i could only pick and choose
And I’d gladly trade all of my greatest sad ones
For just one chance back at the love i chose to lose
Cause I was wrong about the blues…
Still it’s as close as i’ve gone to grace
Seems you can’t paint the perfect line
But you can leave an almost perfect trace
I’m springing like all the foolish flowers
The kind February loves to freeze
I’m swinging away gotta to get a hit for hours
Any minute now i’ll be dropping to my knees
Cause I got to the top of the mountain
And all I found was the way back down
And ever since then I’ve just been walking
In my mind, around
I was wrong about the blues…
Still it’s as close as i’ve gone to grace
Seems you can’t paint the perfect line
But you can leave an almost perfect trace
I was wrong about the blues