Limits and Rules

The Blues is happy music
Said an aging man of gray
You recognize the sadness
So you can sing with birds again

Chase a dream with both your hands
Stuck to the wheel like glue
Hold your head up high despite the lies
Fading friends told you

Is this what the blues is
In a strange town on your own
Watching as your hardened hands
Look softer than of those

Other fools around you
Who've been doing this twice as long
And go to work each morning
And sing those happy songs

The dying car that you drove so far
In your brand new boots
Took you to a place thats true but far from the ones you love

Now that its been over a year
Does your heart feel relieved
To know that love has limits and rules
And that flesh is not to be believed