It's raining now and has been for hours
The window's open and melancholly
The trees all bend and creak and rustle for me
As if to offer some comfort or empathy
They've been through  storms before
But often it's the tiny breeze that does them in
At least that's how I'm feelin'
I can hear the blues
I can hear the blues
Moaning from that radio, bleeding from this pen
Always present, and always welcome when it's rainin'
And today it's really rainin'
When there's no room for complaining
Open up the greats and read the words
I am no Yeat's and yet I try to capture colors
Though it's awful grey today
Thats ok...
I can hear the blues
I can hear the blues
And I like it that way...