I was feeling empty hearted


Colder than a stone


Walked around the house all day

Looking for a home





I laid down on my brother's bed

Tried on my father's shoes


Picked up my mother's wedding ring


The one she tried to lose

When she went looking for some clues


To find magic in the blues


I broke up with myself




I left without a note


Hitched a ride to Birmingham

Arrived without a coat





I slept out in a hallway

And I woke up feeling bruised


Just me and my stolen guitar


The one he never used

So I undid the screws


Searching for magic in the blues




I made it down to London town


I didn't have a dime


Someone said they'd found a girl

I knew that she was mine





When I saw her through the window

She acted so confused


But I could tell she knew


If we became each other's muse

That we would hit the news


Making magic in the blues