Wind is blowing,
might start snowing,
winter's on its way
Morning frost by ten is lost,
but soon we'll come to stay
Afternoon and the sun sets soon
and we've lost another day
Though I often think about you,
but I wonder what's the use
I've got the hundred and ninety miles
of depression blues
On the phone we sound so lonely
and we talk so long
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes fearful,
is there something wrong?
Could it be that we both can't see
that we're singing our last song?
We're fighting time and
place and distance,
and it's nothing but bad news.
I've got the hundred and ninety miles
of depression blues.
When I went out yesterday,
felt the cold wind blow,
felt the hot sun glow.
Mother Nature and I had an
hand when walking,
it's a real lot of talking
She said she goes through changes
that are hard for her to do
But every time she changes,
you know she's beautiful
She's still beautiful like you
She's beautiful
But seeing you's been hard to do
You've always got a date
And ain't it sad how we both get mad
Is it really worth our wait?
You see, I got a job in Tucson
that I can't afford to lose
And I'd like to take you with me,
but I know that you'd refuse
You know I'll often think about you,
but the pain will soon reduce
I'll end a hundred and ninety miles
of depression blues
Thank you for watching.