September 1st

It shouldn’t be like this, I shouldn’t feel down

But I know its back to the same life in the same town

Out here you’re anybody with anyone’s views

This is what they call the blue sky blues

You relax and unwind and make each day count

Walking, talking eating and drinking large amounts

You know that soon time together you’ll lose

I guess I’m suffering from the blue sky blues

You know that it’ll be like it was before

Heating on and staying indoors

Before too long you’ll have blown a fuse

That’s why they call it the blue sky blues

You’ll arrive home and restart your routine

Be as mundane as you’ve always been

Through your photos you’ll slowly peruse

Extending the agony of the blue sky blues

No sitting on balcony’s watching the world go by

No more hot sun, no more clear sky

Just you, work and an alarm button with snooze

Mourning in the morning with the blue sky blues

But holiday has made me quite the Socrates

Why can’t we be blown along with the breeze?

Take your relaxing holiday in the sun

To change who you are and what you’ve become

Change your mind, life and views

Never get burnt by the blue sky blues