Blue Prelude

Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,

Let me go 'way from this lonely town.

Won't be long till my song will be true,

'Cause I know I'm on my last go round.

All the love I could steal, beg, or borrow

Wouldn't heal all this pain in my soul.

What is love but a cradle to sorrow,

With a heartbreak ahead for your goal.

here I go,

Now I know why I'm leaving,

Got the blues,

How can I lose?

Goodbye!