The Blues Songtext
von Perspective, a lovely hand to hold

(One, two, three, four...)


Trying out a brand look
Another sight to see
To come and go again
Another accident
Nothing permanent
Watching as I spill my guts
Another small delay
Of making progress here
Another wasted year
What do I take away

Should I wait to take action
Or should I follow through
Or should I wake up with hunger
And sing the blues
I won′t get any younger
I won't misconstrue
If you point your finger at me
I′ll point mine back at you

I'll point mine back at you