Dave Alvin (Blue Horn Toad Music, Bmi, Administered By Bug Music)
standin' Barefoot In Your Kitchen Door listenin' To The Soft Evenin' Rain watchin' You Dryin' Off From Your Shower you Look At Me Like You Don't Know My Name then You Heat The Coffee On The Stove pull The Cup Down From The Shelf and Slowly Turn Your Back On Me as I Sing A Blues Song To Myself.
yeah I Wish That I Could Hold You Baby but You Seem So Far Away yeah I Wish That I Could Kiss You Baby but I've Run Out Of Sweet Words To Say and I Wish That I Could Hear yeah I Wish That I Could Hear the Blues You Sing To Yourself.
now All The Makeup Is Washed Off Your Face and Your Hair Is Slicked Back Wet you Hung The Dress Up You Wore Last Night and Changed The Sheets On Your Bed all The Promises You Whispered To Me i Guess They're Meant For Someone Else cause All I Hear Is The Soft Evenin' Rain and The Blues That I Sing To Myself.
yeah I Wish That I Could Hold You Baby but You Seem So Far Away yeah I Wish That I Could Kiss You Baby but I've Run Out Of Sweet Words To Say and I Wish That I Could Hear oh I Wish That I Could Hear the Blues You Sing To Yourself the Blues You Sing To Yourself.
now Would You Care If I Walked Out This Door baby I Can't Really Tell our Eyes Meet But We Just Look Away and Sing Our Blues To Ourselves. yeah I Wish That Could Hold You Baby but You Seem So Far Away yeah I Wish That I Could Kiss You Baby but I've Run Out Of Sweet Words To Say and I Wish That I Could Hear yeah I Wish That I Could Hear the Blues You Sing the Blues the Blues You Sing To Yourself.