It's late in the evening And the weather is cold I'm beginning to miss you But that story's so old I know i've been knocking My head on the wall And i must have been crazy To leave Oh yeah, yeah Strange kind of blues coloured moon Shines in the middle of my room. Sometimes i'm burning With a vision so bright That it brings on the sunshine In the middle of the night And all those musical ladies And the crazed young men They are trying to make music Together again? 0h no no And a strange kind of blues coloured moon Shines in the middle of my room.