If I was a mountain. Or a flower on a tree. Would I be 

running. From the future that I see. Would I be cryin' 

baby. From the horror that lay before me. You've got to 

keep on runnin'. You've got to keep on lovin'. You've 

got to sing the blues.



I look in the mirror. And I wonder who I see. I see a 

person who tries to be all he can be. And for this 

person there is no tomorrow. And this person is singing 

the blues.



Deep in my heart down in my soul. I can feel the pain 

as it slowly grows. But I can shine the light. I can 

blow away the pain and the evil face. I will never see 

again. You've got to keep on fighting. You've got to 

live like the lightning. You've got to sing the blues.



And I remember the future. Through my childhood eyes. 

The people were smiling. And banished from all tempting 

lies. And I catch myself wishin' that I was. A child 

again. So come on honey. Help me make them understand. 

You've got to sing the blues.



Gonna have some good times. Gonna have some bad times. 

You've got to keep on singin' the blues. You've got to 

recognize the truth from the lies. You've got to keep 

on singin' the blues. You've got to compromise the 

death from the lives. You've got to keep on singin' the 

blues. You've got to realize you've got to be open. 

Your eyes you've got to keep on singin' the blues.