I was singing in the dark
of every hotel bar
trying to keep the spirit up
with a hole in my pocket and a broken guitar
all the people I met
all the times that they said
can you play something happy
we could all sing along, but I can't pretend no I
I don't know, what I'm so down about
I keep trying to climb on out
every night, when I'm singing
moving closer to the lighter side of blue
to the lighter side of blue
always caught in the middle
between the light and the shadow
nobody says it out loud
but there's a comfort in the quiet of a darkened house
when the ghost comes around
guess I'm living with it now
I don't listen when it howls
I just turn the music up and I drown it out, no I
I don't know, what I'm so down about
I keep trying to climb on out
every night, when I'm singing
moving closer to the lighter side of blue
to the lighter side
what the hell is wrong with me
for all the light, I cannot see
there's a dark cloud hanging over all I do
and I wonder if I'll ever make it through
to the lighter side of blue
to the lighter side of blue.
Submitted by walter at Tue 28 Apr, 2020 11:04 pm