Blue Sky Blues

Got the stride in the morning, I've got them nerves at night. Got the stride in the morning, I've got them nerves at night. I've got the fear-of-death blues, baby, I've sent several distress signals, and now I'm so anxiously waiting to hear back from the me inside who can just sit with that without reacting. I've cut out the sugar mama, and I've cut out the cheese and bread. I've cut out the sugar mama, and I've cut out the cheese and bread. I've been daily meditating And I relearn every day that beingness is busy and painful inside no matter what you do, and the only thing you can do is try to love the chaos and emptiness as the home to which we are all on our way back. I've got the beingness blues, I've got the emptiness blues, I've got the yoga dome blues, I've got the big city blues, I've got the Lithuania blues, I've got the broken chair blues, I've got the these-people-are-amazing blues, I've got the get-me-out-of-here blues. I've been sleeping by the airport, the plane takes off right near my head. I've been sleeping by the airport, the plane takes off right near my head. I've got the chatter-brain blues, And the fact that the emptiness that has replaced my old habits is new and freaks me out is redeemed by the fact that I now have an internal observer, who is the best friend and partner a dark prince could have, and I think he is here to stay. I've got the broken back blues, Got the scenarios blues, I've got the re-evaluating blues, Got the apology blues, Got the psychology blues, Got the nada shakti blues, Got the blue sky blues. Got the blue sky blues. Got the blue sky blues. Got the blue sky blues.