Singing the Blues

Trying to find a new home,
 Trying to write a new song,
 Trying to find a rhythm, that'll help me
 Ooh, wanna get through it,
 Hmm, keep singing the blues.
 Everybody's saying:
 "You gotta get a way in!
 Go deal with the real stuff".
 And I-I-I, it's gotta be true enough
 Yeah, keep singing the blues.
 Well, you know?! I'm just passing on,
 Singing the same old song.
 Sometimes it feels so right and I don't feel all alone
 But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
 I'm starring at the mirror, yeah
 Singing the blues.
 Ohh, staring at the mirror, yeah.
 Still singing the blues.
 I got a little up with reggae
 And I can lift and appreciate
 But I rather be high-old and
 Singing the blues.
 Yeah, I've been in and out of soul
 Even rock and roll.
 But a little baby blue play
 Never, never gets old and I realized
 Boy, I gotta have me some blue blues.
 Yeah.
 You know?! I'm just passing on,
 Singing the same old song.
 Sometimes it feels so right and I don't feel all alone
 But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
 I'm starring at the mirror
 Oh, still Singing the blues.
 Yeah, staring at the mirror,
 Still singing the blues.
 Yeah, I'm just passing on,
 Singing the same old song.
 Sometimes it feels so right and I don't feel all alone
 But when the music fades and the crowd drives away
 I'm staring at the mirror, yeah
 Oh, starring at the mirror.
 Still singing, still singing, singing
 Still singing the blues, singing the blues.
 Ooh, yeah.
 Singing the blues, singing the blues,
 Singing the –
 Blues.
 Yeah.