It'll never come easy
Babe if it don't come clean
And if it won't come sweet, babe
Sometimes it comes mean
Its like trying to put a fire out
With matches and gasoline
We've been going around and around
But how have you really been?
You know we were good friends
Its funny how we don't talk
I flew over your city last night
On a red-eye flight from New York
I was looking for you down on the ground
Wondering if you still remember
The way that we just walked around
Like the Queens of the Breakers
I've been making up time
I've been borrowing it too
I've been taking advice that I
Threw off in my youth
Should have left it right there where you found it
Instead of picking it up
You wanted the world, but you drowned it
At the bottom of the blues
Its a reckoning feeling
At the bottom of the blues
We're begging and stealing
You were ready to confuse
Knowing and believing
But you were right about the blues
You were wrong about the meaning
Talked with your mother
We remembered when you were sick
Felt like no one could help you
You were falling and falling quick
And it made a very heavy sound
Like thunder on the mountain
We were waiting for you to come around
With the Queens of the Breakers
I've been making up time
And borrowing it too
And I've been taking off disguises
That I know are not true
Should have left it right there where you found it
You had to pick it up
You wanted the world, but you drowned it
At the bottom of the blues
Is your arbitrator giving up
At the broken alter of your love?
Took the sugar out of your coffee cup
Every sulfur morning, waking up
At the bottom of the blues
At the bottom of the blues
At the bottom of the blues
But you were right about the blues