Little Bit Of Blue

I pray on my Holy Ghost

And I philosophize

I keep things moving in my head,

But everything that I shift

Leaves an empty space

Sadness rushes in in its stead

Because everywhere I turn I see a little bit of blue

And I can't help but feel I should be better than,

better than this

City so full of dreams that won't ever come true.

I know now.

How do you measure a dream

Fit it to your form

When you dreamt it as a kid in school?

Can you wear it despite

Time's ever-quickening flight

And all of the times you felt a fool?

Because every song I sing has got a little bit of blue

And I can't help but feel I should be better than,

better than this

Dream that I held so tight, but maybe outgrew

What do I do?

What do I do?

I give myself another dare

Rip up the map and just don't care

And move on

Through highways packed with fancy cars

Hills littered with broken stars

Who hold on

I won't wait

I'll move on

I pray on my Holy Ghost

And I philosophize

I keep things moving in my head