January got the best of me
My fugitive heart inside my coat
The nights are long and full of voices
Whispered songs I never wrote
Clearing my throat
And a hundred words
Just so much confetti around my shoes
I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues
April comes too late to save me now
My shadow long upon this road
The trees are bright and full of blossom
But they don't know what I know
I hate to go,
I hate to leave you now
This time I
Don't get to choose
I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm betrayed
By every sunrise
I make my confession in
A thousand rooms
Tell my secrets to the carpet
When all I really want
Is you
Every sunset's
An invitation
That was just a line
But now its true
I'm getting ready
For the Blues
I'm getting ready
For the Blues