You will
never know what blue is until you have played the game
Til you live life in solitare where
no one knows your name
I'd rather press on, I don't want
to rest easy
Have it anyway you will, I will be
with you right up until
The spell is broken and all is well
If you'd rather be by the seashore, well I sure can understand
Are you too wrapped up in your own
scene, I would change things if I can
I'd rather press on, don't want to
rest easy
Wouldn't it feel fine, but remembering
the rhythm and the rhymes
And all of the good times makes me
blue
Wouldn't
it feel fine to return to the women and the wine
And all of the sunshine that we knew