Excuse me Blues quit hanging out beside me. Stop playing your sad groove on my heartstrings — your heaviness in a flat key. I'm not going to sing your morning song. I'm no longer in your choir. There's nothing for you in me.

Many times I pray

Sometimes it ain't easy walking down Life Boulevard. A free wind charges you. Shadows avoid you. The days are years. The nights are memory riffs practiced over and over. Try to jump out of your blue suede shoes and you'll stumble. You know this don't you Blues. That's your power. That's your sin.

Your low down ways

Looking out from my bedroom I see rain puddles on the asphalt. A slight mist of confusion continues to fall. The air is heavy with dullness. Crows are preaching the Gospel of Glum. Sparrows are crying. And a humid breeze chills me. Hear me Blues: quit running round my head.

Life come shining

A simple twist of fate corralled me. New emotions freight-trained me. The bare rooms I hid in are now full. Inside emptiness went outside. One smile. One kiss. Within there is no more without. You look surprised, Blues. Ha, you're a master thief. You can open any emotional safe. You can open mine, but I've cashed in my sorrow.

I am released

Blues, ain't no use in calling out my name. I used to believe in you. The dawn was always dark. White was black. The end was everything. Craziness sustained me. Your melodies played me. The long lonesome road called to me. No more, Blues. Don't think twice. My reflection is dancing. Hear me, Blues, I know you well. See me Blues, I walking away from you.