The moon was singing the blues

The stars in the sky harmonized

singing it too

and I, far below

was singing low and slow

for you

and I know

all the world was singing the blues

The Queen was singing the blues

The President played the saxophone

sounded so along

it was on the news

And from Ursa Minor

in what looked like an all-night diner

came lonely luminous creatures

whose only human feature

was singing the blues

soft and low

The blues was singing the blues

The dead in their graves

and the gods in their caves,

they'd been waiting so long

to sing the blue song

about you