Staring from a cardboard castle, down and out   One of life's young students finds out what it's all about   Paper flooder's, angry taxi-drivers shout      From the pages of a paper, candles shine   On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine   They suggest a highly recommended wine   Once again, the same old line      Why so sad, my fine young friend   Why so blue?      We, we carriage horses stand in single file   Someone at a crowded bus stop wears a friendly smile   Touching nerves that no one's heard from, in a while   Papers from the same old file      Why so sad, my fine young friend   Why so blue?      Sometimes when I meet   You know, they have to meet again   Sometimes, birds of summer   Got to fly together, oh      From a dingy attic window, candles shine   On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine   Now they drink the highly recommended wine   Free at last and feeling fine      I'm so glad, my fine young friend   Glad for you   I'm so glad, my fine young friend   Glad for you, you used to be so blue   You used to be so blue   Why so blue?