(I can't get next to you) (I can't get next to you) (I can't get next to you, babe) I, my, my, my, my Can turn the gray sky blue, I You see I can make it rain, when I want it to, oh I I can build a castle from a single grain of sand, I You see I can make

I concentrate on you. Whenever skies look gray to me And trouble begins to brew, Whenever the Winter winds become too strong, When fortune cries "Nay! Nay!" to me And people declare "You're through!", Whenever the blues become my only song, On your smile

I see I was just another Sunset fadin' in your eyes I may never love another But I had my girl of the summer The boardwalk's empty, gray stole the blue from the sky And ain't nobody watchin' the sun burnin' into the night Nobody is hangin' 'round makin'

Blue to gray Grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes A new liver

I've got to ride that lonesome train My heart is heavy with aches and pain But someday, someday baby, after awhile you'll be sorry Everyday my clouds are gray Winds change, it'll roll all my clouds away But someday, someday after awhile you'll be sorry

I want to be happy But I won't be happy Till I make you happy too. When skies are gray and you say you are blue I'll send the sun smiling through I'm a very ordinary man Trying to work out life's happy plan Doing unto others as I'd like to have them

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Losing him was blue like I'd never known But loving him was red Missing him was dark gray all alone Burning red Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the

(I can't get next to you) (I can't get next to you) (I can't get next to you, babe) I, my, my, my, my Can turn the gray sky blue, I You see I can make it rain, when I want it to, oh I I can build a castle from a single grain of sand, I You see I can make

Days turn blue to gray Self-destruction Make him function Crayons and clay Your self-destruction Thou have fathered Son and daughter