Nightclub singer walking downtown
French scene
Alone on stage,
I own the stage
I'll play you a song or two if you're kind
I sing the same old tunes
The same old blues
I've got nothing left to say except,
Dark blue is what I feel for you
Soft lights and cigarette smoke
The after show
The sunrise always kills me
Oh mon dieu
I've got nothing much to live for,
except the microphone and the blues