The year was '65
Outside your room was where I'd lie
To hear those Dylan tunes

In the afternoon
We never seemed to share a point of view
and thunderclouds were never far away

And every day
I guess you got those blues
And when you get those blues

There's nothing you can do

I wish four winds could blow you home

Back to when we'd sit and find a way
To face today
I guess you got those blues

And when you get those blues
There's nothing you can do
No one to turn to

When you get those blues
When you get those blues
There's nothing you can do