歌词
The sun and me
Can’t seem to agree
On a time or place to
Show our weary heads
Every night I start a fight
With myself about myself I never win
What did people do when they were down and feeling blue?
Did they call the doctor and shovel down some pills?
Well they use to call it the blues
Now they call it a disorder
I’m out of order
Artificial rays barely get me through the day
Dig me up and brush me off and send me on my way
Pack all my troubles in a jar
Send them out to sea
With a note that plainly reads: “Do Not Return To Me!”
Well they use to call it the blues
Now they call it a disorder
I’m out of order