I can’t explain why I do what I do
I wake up from dreaming with music in my head
I remember singin the blues every time I felt bad
Somehow it got me through
Maybe you want to make loads of money
Your face on glossy pages, your voice on the radio
I just want to survive the only way I know how
You can keep the fortune, honey
We always argue and I never see it your way
You always start but I always have the final say
The thing I do, I know it doesn’t make sense
I could take the easy road to a charmed life
But I’ll never belong with the successful and strong
I just want to pay my rent
We always argue and I never see it your way
You always start but I always have the final say
I remember singin the blues every time I felt bad
Somehow it got me through... foolish dream
