When you wake up in the morning

And can't seem to raise your head

You sit staring in the teacup

At the egg upon your bread

And the life that you are living

Doesn't seem to be quite real

You have only what the lonely call the blues



When you're feeling tired and weary

With your eyes cast to the floor

For a loved one who has left you

On a bleak and distant shore

You may think you're being picked on

But you are not the first

To have only what the lonely call the blues



There are no rules to follow

No advice to take

You're the only one who can give

Yourself a shake

Someone will appear

To dispel all your fear

In a funny unexpected way



Then you'll wake up in the morning

With a smile upon your face

And you'll look out on the world

And see it is a happy place

With no memory of misery

You will soon forget

You had only what the lonely call the blues