Somewhere deep in the midwest

There's a middle aged man in a midsize car

Driving down the middle of the road

In the middle of the night

He's in the middle of his mid-life crisis

And he just decides that he can't go home



So he turns the car around and he drives to the airport

He flies to New York City where he makes connections for London

Where he makes connections for India

Where he gets on a train to go to the mountain

To see the wise man

You know the one

The one with the answer for that hole in his heart



Well anyway, he climbs the mountain

And he sees the wise man come out of the village to greet him

He's no dummy, he knows he was coming

And he musters up all his fear and anguish

And he says



Help me shake this nightmare

The funk has found my heart

I need to move my spirit

But I don't know where to start

I need to fill this empty

But I can't find the missing part

I'm just down inside myself



And the wise man says, "ah,

I used to think the blues were strong because they're true

And when they come to get you, there's nothing you can do

But now I think that's nonsense and I've got news for you

You're just down inside yourself



There's times when you've been hopeful

And times when you were strong

Now you say that's foolish

Like your happiness was wrong

It's like you've never seen the sunshine

When a gray sky comes along

You're just down inside yourself"



And the middle-aged man, he'd heard some, you know

But he had some questions

And he was just about to speak

When he was interrupted again



"Well never mind the questions now

You don't have to be so wise

Hey, your problem ain't philosophy

So get it down to size

Right now it's phisiological

In a logical disguise

You're just down inside yourself



But the blues is not your final judgement

It's no deep or evil power

Hey the cure is very simple

And it works in half an hour

Get some sleep, eat some broccoli

Run a mile, take a shower

You're just down inside yourself

You're just down inside yourself"