Beautiful South Little Blue Lyrics

Little Blue Lyrics

You can't write a novel from a briefcase
You can write a poem from a
trench
You can dream a dream from A to B
But you can't catch a bus from a
bench
You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
You don't name your
boat Titanic II
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end
up singing Little Blue
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like
heaven
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a
flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
How can a
flower so beautiful
Be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
You can't
build a brewery on a cemetery
You can build a pub on a church
And people
fall quicker than buildings do
You have to decide what comes first
You
don't call a plane the Flying Roman
'Cause the Romans always walked and
never flew
So why when I see your happy smiling face
Do I always end up
singing Little Blue
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like
heaven
But your eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a
flower so pretty
Be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
Well Bukowski
wrote a story from a barstool
And Keats from the top of a hill
So I'm
going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's
chill
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
On the horizon of your
smile
When most think that you're holding back
I know you're holding
bile
Little Blue, how do you do
Your smile looks like heaven
But your
eyes hold a storm about to brew
Little Blue
How can a flower so
pretty
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
How can a flower so
beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue