Well, your heart is an open book when you subscribe to the daily blues. Your love somebody mistook for something to lose. On your finger a paper cut from a page of a letter you read. It said, "Dear John' I'm nothing but gone. Don't take it bad." And it's all I can do. It's all I can do to forget about you. Straight out of the blue. Now it's all I can do to forget, forget about You. Now your head's at a fever pitch and you knew it was a matter of time Until that day which found you last in line. But it's not here that I belong, so it's back in search of head over heels. Well, some one dropped a bomb right under my wheels. Now it's all I can do. It's all I can do to forget about you. Straight out of the blue. Now it's all I can do to forget, forget about You.