The Blues.

All the love in the world couldn't save you
All the innocence inside
You know I tried so hard to make you
To make you change your mind

And it hurts too much to see you
And how you left yourself behind
You know I wouldn't want to be you
Now there's a hell I can't describe

So now I wander through my days
Trying to find my ways
To the feelings that I felt
I saved for you and no one else

And though as long as this road seems
I know its called the street of dreams
But that's not stardust on my feet
It leaves a taste that's bittersweet
That's called the blues

I don't know just what I should do
Everywhere I go I see you

Although its what you planned, this much is true, oh oh
What I thought was beautiful don't live inside of you, anymore...

I don't know just what I should do
Everywhere I go I see you

You know it's what we planned, this much is true, oh oh
What I thought was beautiful don't live inside of you, anymore...

What this means to me
is more than I know you believe
What I thought was you now
Has cost more that it should for me

What I thought was true before
Were lies I couldn't see
What I thought was beautiful
Was only memories...

I.R.S.

Love
Is it true?
What they say of you

Gonna call the President
Gonna call up the Private Eye
Gonna get the I.R.S.
Gonna need the F.B.I.

There’s not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you give
I follow you
So when you [inaudible],
Baby, every time,
It's true

Wouldn’t be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last I'm sure I've known
Through all the rumors I can tell,
Some things didn't work so well

Well anyway, it feels the same

When you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I feel it head on
Through all the emotions and having a fit
And that's the truth and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that I say
You made your mind up and are gone [?] anyway
There's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along

Well it’s true... ooh
I had
My doubts of you

Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private Eye
Gonna get the I.R.S.

Gonna need the F.B.I.

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true now

I feel your doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feel like I done way more than wrong
Feelin' like I never gonna get ya outta this song
Feelin like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin like I done more than my share
Could it be the weight that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long

And I do
Ooh, oh
I'm gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the I.R.S.,
Gonna need myself the F.B.I.

Ooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime you know it’s true

Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Gonna need the I.R.S.
Gonna get the F.B.I.

Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true

There's not anymore that I can do