These are the blues of a stationary man

Downed by a dream, no one can understand

Caught by the glow of a television room

Fighting the night with the daylight coming soon

But it's not so bad

And it's not so good

To go from red to rust before you should

These are storms that will kick you to the ground

Dead on the vine, deaf to the world around

Your love isn't lost, but it's almost frozen shut

Waited to long for the stars to be lucky enough

Now they're falling fast

And they are almost out

With tomorrow soon to be on about

These are the blues of a stationary man

Now it's not so far

Where you transgress

But there's hell to pay in the wilderness

But it's not so bad

And it's not so good

To go from red to rust before you should