Sara Messenger © 1979
You want to know
Why must I carry on so
When will light break
Through the clouds?
Why must I sing
All those minor mournful things?
Well if you know blue
I don’t have to explain it to you
Because I’ve got blues wings
Got some tunes for the tearful to sing
So if you know blue
It’s all yours and it’s coming to you
I’ll tell you again
It’s born out of a life of pain
But can’t you listen for the rainbow?
I don’t sell sunshine
It ain’t my life, it would just be a lie
And if you can’t feel it
Can’t tell you ’bout the healing spirit
Oh ’cause I’ve got blues wings
Got some tunes for the tearful to sing
And if you know blue
It’s all yours and it’s coming to you
So don’t ask me why
You should know as well as I
Why does any caged bird sing?
She’s got blues wings
Changes only freedom can bring
And until she’s set free
Every song is a sad melody
I’ve got blues wings
Got some tunes for the tearful to sing
And if you know blue
It’s all yours and it’s coming to you
I’ve got blues wings, blues wings
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