joni mitchell
mister blue
What's the story, Mr Blue Did she pull the rug from under you Did she chop your dreams up two by two And kick them out the door I could sympathize you, son But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung So many times before Oh, Mr Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Hang on one more day or two Then I promise I'll be laying you Odds that she's found someone new While you stand around and rust She don't need no part-time man With no part-time answer, understand She don't want an hour's fall of sand For a lifetime full of dust Oh, Mr Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Mr Blue, you missed the shot Didn't turn out quite the way you thought It would, I'll bet, cause you got caught Out playing Donald Juan She's got polish, she's got class And someday when on the street you pass her house You'll wonder why the grass Looks greener on her lawn Oh, Mr Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr Blue, you're through Quit acting like it isn't so.