You cant write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a trench
You can dream a dream from A to B
But you can't catch a bus from a bench
You don't back a horse called striding snail
You don't name your boat Titanic II
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing little blue
Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue
How can a flower so beautifull
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue
You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first
You don't call a plane the flying roman
Cause the romans always walked and never flew
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up singing little blue
Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And keats from the top of a hill
So I'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where its quiet and its chill
Cause theres a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your smile
When most think that youre holding back
I know youre holding bile
Little blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little blue
How can a flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue
How can a flower so beautifull
Be so laden down with dew
Little blue
