Girl, I don't want to fight, I'm a little bit wrong, And you're a little bit right. I said, girl, you know that it's true, It's a little bit me, And … - Neil Diamond

Dry your eyes and take your song out.
It's a newborn afternoon.
And if you can't recall the singer,
You can still recall the tune. Dry your eyes and play it slowly,
Like you're marching off to war.
Sing it like you know he'd want it,
Like we sang it once before.

Far We've been traveling far Without a home But not without a star. Free,
Only want to be free.
We huddle close;
Hang on to a dream.

Song sung blue, everybody knows one.
Song sung blue, every garden grows one. Me and you are subject to
The blues now and then.
But when you take the blues
And make a song,
You sing 'em out again.