The Words Come Out All Misty and Blue

 

Poets like me have so much to say

But the words get in the way

And they don’t mean very much to you

Because the words come out all misty and blue

 

Poets like me have only words to give

Yet my words refuse to live

They won’t tell you that I love you

Because the words come out all misty and blue

 

Poets live in a world of rhyme

Which is neither place nor time

But where all things are possible and true

And where the words come out all misty and blue