The blues is but an ocean
filled up with what I feel
The blues is but an ocean
filled up with what I feel
Now I'm leaving on my sailing ship
Going fishing for my meal

The blues is but a river
flowing past my door
The blues is but a river
flowing past my door
And I'll never touch the bottom
As I sit here on the shore

The blues is but hurricane
throwing caution to the wind
The blues is but hurricane
throwing caution to the wind
And I looked it in the eye
And away I saw it spin

The blues is but a mountain
reaching for the sky
The blues is but a mountain
reaching for the sky
No thought of what I leave behind
Cause there's a mountain I must climb

Copyright 1990 Eric Klein