Lyrics

Gwendolyn, I wonder what you'd've called them I think a name you might choose is Nobody's Blues You see when you were just a kid They think you won't remember what they did They said how you were just a kid You wouldn't remember, but you did Then you learned how to say "Everything you love tries to get away" Then you learned how to say "Everything you love finally does" It's finally looking good up there our skyline See how if fits right in there with heaven The constellations and Comiskey's lights Two old friends in the night Who always knew they would if they could Meet one last time in the old neighborhood Hey, wait a minute, things ain't looking that good It's getting quiet and the light's getting dim And this ain't like no place I've ever been What kind of trouble am I in? Oh Gwen, here they come again It's nobody's Blues Here they come again