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.