Lyrics

Guess I?m gonna move on out tomorrow
Tomorrow I?ll be better than yesterday
Saying the same things begin to hollow
All the colors change from blue to grey

Pack up my guitar and hit Chicago
And I get lost in the blues along the way
Now I know that sweet misery will follow
But I got Muddy and the boys to play it away

I?ve got lines I need to follow
And lines to put me in a haze
Try to live passed the lies I?ve borrowed
I guess my stories gonna need to change

Now maybe my uneasy mind will let go
And serenity will take hold

I?ll try to breathe easier
I?ll try to keep both feet on the ground
I?ll try to look beyond the storm that?s coming
And keep on searching for that thing I never found