Always wondering why when you never came through,
left high and dry when you're gobbling the truth.
Acting like you saw me, but I never saw you.
Tumbling through the fields and I've come to conclude
from this situation--I'm left with the blues,
left with the blues,
left with the blues,
left with the blues...
Doesn't exist, hard to resist. Only a fool would travel the mind of you... (you)
Searching my mind, trying to find something that's lost. Shall I accost you? (you)
Searching my mind, trying to find something that's lost. Shall I accost you? (you)
Find it and I'll hold it and the moment's gone.
Following the tracks, but they're always confused.
Flowing and we're growing and we're chemical views.
From this conversation, I'm left with the blues,
left with the blues,
left with the blues,
left with the blues...
Doesn't exist, hard to resist. Only a fool would travel the mind of you... (you)
Searching my mind, trying to find something that's lost. Shall I accost you? (you)
Searching my mind, trying to find something that's lost. Shall I accost you? (you)