Well,
the thing about a dead -end road
For a while, it's easy to follow,
run and scare
With eyes closed,
I guess I should have known
Oh, the thing about
a love gone wrong
Inside goes where outside once was
Here I sit with a bucket of songs
that no one else will sing
Oh, hear me blow
like the wind on the prairie
Here for a while and then
I'm gone
Talking to myself,
I'm the only one to listen
Waiting like a Christian
for the dawn
I walk out in the freezing cold
Wake me up, help to remember me
I'm always looking for home
and a reason to remain
I sit in a fleeting flow,
silent ice moon on the water
How the heavens brightly show me
to the here and now
Hey!
Oh, the en d,
there's a feast of milk and cookies
Lion and lamb will be there
Nymph s and virgins all
stand in line to greet me
Buddha waits to comb
my silken hair
Oh, thing about a troubled life
Trouble is a cat on the freeway
Where the rubber meets the rope
She'll find another way
Oh, the thing about a broken heart
The remedy's the same
as the breakin'
Tellin' us all what we already know
It all comes down to love
It all comes down to love
It all comes down to love
It all comes down to love
Oh, play that blue guitar, boy,
play that blue guitar.
Play your blue guitar,
boy, play that blue guitar.