The blue of blue
   Is mostly grey
   Ain’t no silver line
   No brighter day
   Last of the coming up
   Didn’t come my way
   Looks like I’m down here to stay
   Down to stay
  
   So kick me, I won't feel a thing
   My senses have all been run
   And there’s nothing left of the used to be
   but the weeping that’s just begun
   That sour taste too late
   But now I duck my head
   And no cradle rocks this empty bed
   If crying’s not good for me
   Then I guess I’m doing wrong
   So I sing this crying song
   Cry along
  
   You packed it in too soon
   You lose me but not your nerve
   Well I guess I know it’s what I deserve
   Crazy to think that I could keep you on reserve
   And so the curtain falls
   Curtain falls