All is lost
and my spirit is low
my thoughts are aimless motions
I cannot stay
but where do you go
when life's a pointless notion?
All I feel
is hurt and frail
and lonesome in my sorrow
for love has turned
a woeful tale
that can't conceive tomorrow
What's the matter tell me what can it be?
What are these blues that are troubling me?
Doctor, Doctor tell me is there an easy cure?
I can tell that you're not that sure
I never thought
I would lose that dream
we used to soar in laughter
that our love
would reign supreme
shining ever after
My loving flight
of trust and care
sailed a brand new morning
when stronger winds
to my despair
stole her without warning
What's the matter tell me what can it be?
What are these blues that are troubling me?
Doctor, Doctor tell me is there an easy cure?
I can tell that you're not that sure
Can we talk about it
can we figure out
some kind of test
Do I need a rest?
Should I change my diet?
Maybe I should try it
if there's nothing you
would have me rather do?
Should we search my senses
for lost defenses?
Should we take a scan
of my shattered plan?
Are there pills to take?
Oh, for heaven's sake
Doc, you've got to know
whither I should go!
What's the matter tell me what can it be?
What are these blues that are troubling me?
Doctor, Doctor tell me is there an easy cure?
I can tell that you're not that sure
What's the matter tell me what can it be?
What are these blues that are troubling me?
Doctor, Doctor is there really no easy cure?
I can tell that you're not that sure
