Lirieke:
Mitchell Joni

Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin

I came upon a child of God He was walkin' along the road And I asked him, I said "Where're you going?" This he told me He said I'm goin' down to Yasgur

Blue Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Hey, blue Here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath

Everybody looks so ill at ease, so distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence, strung tight, strung

Last chance lost In the tyranny of a long goodbye Last chance lost We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost We talk of love in terms of

She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday She waits

I went to Staten Island To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly

I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from these petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When

Cold Blue Steel out of money, one eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling, you can't deny me Now you know what you need Underneath the jungle gym,