Tried to be a painter in a lonely white room
I couldn't see the colors 'til I saw inside of you
Worked beside a carpenter whose love had left him cold
And in his many ways he had closed off from the world
And all I know is how to go
And get around the feeling blue
And all my quiet thoughts they hang around
They hang around
They hang around
Look into a woman's face who's trying to move on
Does she falter slightly when you say that he is gone?
She's trying to remember if she ever was before
And could that person now be one that she once wore
And all I know is how to go
And get around the feeling blue
And all my quiet thoughts they hang around
They hang around
They hang around
I've lived in many cities, but I've never made a home
And in a stranger's face you can see that I am gone
When you speak in anger, no one hears you right or wrong
And all I know is how to go
And get around the feeling blue
And all my quiet thoughts they hang around
They hang around
They hang around
They hang around
And all I know is how to go
And get around the feeling blue