Sometimes Blue

Sometimes Blue
Richard Bicknell, Lee Spivey
© 1992 exocet music/ASCAP

You look like a house of gold
With a wooden key to me
A beacon shining light
Through hands in the sea
Your fingers moving through
The water
Are beckoning
It creates a tide for me
Lamps from the shore
Have shown before
Seeming so clear to me
But you know lamplight gets around
But you look like a house of gold
With a wooden key to me
And I've a mind to set my feet
Upon your ground

(Chorus) Sometimes blue and far away
Sometimes new and here to stay
Sometimes blue and far away
And sometimes new and here to stay
What I'm saying anyway
Is since I met you on that day
Things they haven't been the same

When you're a smokestack
Puffing high on a lonesome train
Burning slow and wailing blue
I'm a hobo seeking shelter
From the cold and rain
And I live inside of you
And burning coal
On a night of soul
Lingers with the sound
Of a lonesome whistle
And a boxcar lullaby
When you're a smokestack
Puffing high on a southbound train
I'm a grateful stowaway
Contented just to ride