These are the blues of a stationary man
Downed by a dream, no one can understand
Caught by the glow of a television room
Fighting the night with the daylight coming soon
But it's not so bad
And it's not so good
To go from red to rust before you should
These are storms that will kick you to the ground
Dead on the vine, deaf to the world around
Your love isn't lost, but it's almost frozen shut
Waited to long for the stars to be lucky enough
Now they're falling fast
And they are almost out
With tomorrow soon to be on about
These are the blues of a stationary man
Now it's not so far
Where you transgress
But there's hell to pay in the wilderness
But it's not so bad
And it's not so good
To go from red to rust before you should