BOBBY BLUE
WHAT’S GOIN’ ON IN THIS LONELY PLACE?
YOU SIT AROUND IN YOUR SAD, SAD FACE,
LIVIN’ LIFE IN PURE DISGRACE,
ALL YOUR DREAMS HAVE RUN FROM YOU.

PAINTING LIFE IN SHADES OF GREY,
HANGIN’ OUT IN YESTERDAY.
KEEPIN’ FRIENDS OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR,
YOU TURN AWAY SAYIN’ “NEVER MORE”.

HEY!  WHAT YOU GONNA DO BOBBY BLUE?
YOU TELL YOURSELF YOUR LIFE IS THROUGH.
CAN’T FIND A WAY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

WHAT YOU GONNA DO BOBBY BLUE?
WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

WHAT YOU GONNA DO BOBBY BLUE?

LIFE AIN’T LIKE IT WAS BEFORE,
GOT NO PLACE TO RUN NO MORE.
YOU TRADED IN YOUR BEST LAID PLANS,
FOR AN EASY CHAIR AND A SHAKIN’ HAND.

YOU DON’T SPEED DOWN THAT NARROW ROAD,
LIKE YOU USED TO DO, ARE YOU GETTIN’ OLD?
YOU STAY INSIDE AND DRAW THE SHADES,
THINKIN’ OF YOUR YOUNGER DAYS.

YOU WISH FOR THIS YOU LONG FOR THAT,
THEN YOU HIDE AWAY LIKE AN ALLEY CAT.
PUT YOURSELF OUT ON THE LINE.
CAN YOU DO IT ONE MORE TIME?