Got the city blues
feel worn and used

you threw me out on the streets again
guess I'll come back, but don't know when
the fight we had is still puzzeling me
a womans thought is like a riddle, you see

got the city blues
let's call a truse

I'll get a beer and calm myself down
meet the guys and browse the town
need some space now, you know I do
but it won't weaken my love for you

C'mon baby, gimme time
I will learn to treat you right
I can't help myself
making us to fight
over things I don't understand


lost the city blues
returning to my muse

need you like a flower needs the rain
having distance is just causing pain
I will enter by a gentle knock
WHAT THE HELL, you changed the lock