Talk about it
You dream about it
You feel that there's no place left to glowOperatics
Break the habits
You feel that there's no place left to growYou gotta reach inside yourself and let it go
Close your eyes and drift away to some place new
Where the skies are blue, brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speakIts alright
(Alright)
It's okay
(Okay)
Blue, true
Blue, trueCry about it
Shout about it
You feel that there's no sense in goin' onLate November
Change in weather
The cold has got a hold of you againThat river's gonna drag you down again
Close your eyes and drift away to some place new
Where the skies are blue brings back the child in you
Cross a lonely field as birds begin to speakIt's alright
Its okay
Its alright
BlueNothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping you
Nothing was stopping blueBlue, true
Blue, true
Miss you