Cryin' the Blues - Willie P.Bennet
Backed into a corner
There's no one to play
And I hear you crying the blues
When thousands of people
Are standing in line
For things that come easy to you
And we share our troubles
They're always the same
There's never enough love
No shortage of pain
But you threw your candle
Right into the tlame
Now burning comes easy to you
There's always the white lies
That we tell ourselves
There's always some lost love
Somewhere on a shelf
There's always a hand out
If you need some help
If reaching comes easy to you
Backed into a corner
There's no one to play
And I hear you crying the blues