Singing the Blues

Trying to find a new home
Trying to write a new song
Trying to find a rhythm, that’ll help me
Ooh, wanna get through it
Hmm, keep singing the blues
Everybody’s saying:
«You gotta get a way in!
Go deal with the real stuff»
And I-I-I, it’s gotta be true enough
Yeah, keep singing the blues
Well, you know?! I’m just passing on
Singing the same old song
Sometimes it feels so right and I don’t feel all alone
But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
I’m starring at the mirror, yeah
Singing the blues
Ohh, staring at the mirror, yeah
Still singing the blues
I got a little up with reggae
And I can lift and appreciate
But I rather be high-old and
Singing the blues
Yeah, I’ve been in and out of soul
Even rock and roll
But a little baby blue play
Never, never gets old and I realized
Boy, I gotta have me some blue blues
Yeah
You know?! I’m just passing on
Singing the same old song
Sometimes it feels so right and I don’t feel all alone
But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
I’m starring at the mirror
Oh, still Singing the blues
Yeah, staring at the mirror
Still singing the blues
Yeah, I’m just passing on
Singing the same old song
Sometimes it feels so right and I don’t feel all alone
But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
I’m staring at the mirror, yeah
Oh, starring at the mirror
Still singing, still singing, singing
Still singing the blues, singing the blues
Ooh, yeah
Singing the blues, singing the blues
Singing the —
Blues
Yeah