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