The snow across the westward ridge the horizon in the sky your Mother's angry barbeque you never question why
The bleeding heart across the land your Father in cheap suits the gift you gave in tender times that left you destitute
And
the only blues I know are the ones that make me cry the only way to Jerico is 'cross the ocean wide the only blues I know are with me night and day tell me less than what you know is more than what you say
The danger in the distant lights the jostle in the crowd your brother's ancient retrospect he's shouting right out loud
The claim of your intrinsic rights the sister you ignore hidden deep beneath your smile is the pain that you adore
And
the only blues I know are the ones that make me cry the only way to Jerico is 'cross the ocean wide the only blues I know are with me night and day tell me more than what you know is less than what you say