Carry my blues for a while,
Let ’em ride on your shoulder like a shadowed mile.
When the night wind hums through the cracked windowpane,
Hold my sorrow in your pocket, ease the strain.
I’ll trade you a tear for a spark in your smile,
Just carry my blues, carry my blues for a while.
When the jukebox forgets how to cry,
Let your heartbeat keep the slow 4/4 alive.
We’ll walk the river, neon dripping in twos—
You hold the dark, I’ll keep what’s left of the moon.