Don't wish it a-way, don't look at it like it's for- ev-er. Be-tween you and me I could hon-est-ly say- that th-ings can on-ly get bet-ter. And while I'm a-way bust out the de-mons in-side, and it wo-n't be long be-fore you and me- run- to the place in our hearts whe-re we hide. And I guess that's why they call it the blues. Time on my hands could be time spent with you. laugh-ing like chil-dren, liv-ing like lov-ers, roll-ing like thun-der un-der the cov-ers, and I guess that's why they ca-ll it the- blues. blues, laugh-ing like chil-dren, liv-ing like lov-ers, and I guess that's why they ca-ll- it the- blues. And I guess that's why they ca-ll- it the- blues. Just stare in-to space; pic--ture my face in your ha-nds. Live for each second with-out he-si-ta-tion, and ne-ver for-get I'm your man. Wait on me girl, cry in the night if it helps, but more than ev-er I sim-ply lo-ve you more than I love life- it-self. SOLO