Lyrics:

You can't write a novel from a briefcaseYou can write a poem from a trenchYou can dream a dream from A to BBut you c
an't catch a bus from a benchYou don't back a horse called Striding SnailYou don't name your boat Titanic IISo why when I se
e your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing Little BlueLittle Blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenbut yo
ur eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle BlueHow can a flowe
r so beautifulBe so laden down with dewLittle BlueYou can't build a brewery on a cemeteryYou can build a pub on a churchAn
d people fall quicker than buildings doYou have to decide what comes firstYou don't call a plane the Flying Roman'Cause the
Romans always walked and never flewSo why when I see your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing Little BlueLittle Blu
e, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettyB
e so laden down with dewLittle BlueWell Bukowski wrote a story from a barstoolAnd Keats from the top of a hillSo I'm going
to save my special song for youFrom a grave where it's quiet and it's chill'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembledOn the
horizon of your smileWhen most think that you're holding backI know you're holding bileLittle Blue, how do you doYour smile
looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettybe so laden down with dewLi
ttle BlueHow can a flower so beautifulbe so laden down with dewLitt