Blues Is Loss

How did my dreams get so clean?

Taught my son to gamble

Settle all his debts

They were easy to collect

Then I let them ramble

Taking baby steps

It was all I could accept

How did my dreams get so clean?

They were showing me things I hadn't seen

Blues like a river

Reaches and extends

And you never see the end

Arrows in the quiver

Targets on demand

You can bend

Or just pretend