The year was ‘65    Outside your room was where I’d lie    To hear those Dylan tunes    In the afternoon    We never seemed to share a point of view    and thunderclouds were never far away    And every day    I guess you got those blues    And when you get those blues    There’s nothing you can do       I wish four winds could blow you home    Back to when we’d sit and find a way    To face today    I guess you got those blues    And when you get those blues    There’s nothing you can do    No one to turn to    When you get those blues    When you get those blues    There’s nothing you can do