Lowdown and lonesome, oh so sad and blue. Cause all the dreams that you dream, dont ever come true. Maybe, tomorrow you'll find a brand new mood. Tonight is so lowdown down wishing it wasn't true. He used to be a fun man, happy and nice. But, now he can't help but be troubled all the time. Though, I don't need to friends, lord. I don't need no love. Solitude and substance, and I get this day done. But, maybe tomorrow you'll find a brand new mood. Maybe, tomorrow step out of the blue. Maybe, you'll stick to that ol' line d'prue. Maybe, it's just about impossible to do. Oh, time is now long gone and I can't let go. I keep on holding to lovely when I grow. Yes, I'm an old fool just moving too slow. And if I ever had a chance well I guess I'd never know.