Make it with the blues

I'd hate to think I'd never have to make it without you
I might rise above your leaving get on with my living but I lose
I could make it with my music but without you still lose
If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues

I could grab a piece of blue sky be as lonely as the quarter moon
I could write my music si-fi wind up with blackholes in the tunes
I could stay high and up to fly and never get above missing you
If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues

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I could grab a piece of blue sky be as lonely as the quarter moon...
If I ever had to make it without you I'd have to make with the blues