From the album Preposthumous

Lyrics

CRAZY (A Symptom of the Blues)

Waiting on your doorstep, baby, I’ve been here too long,
Shadows grow about me, baby, and I wonder where you’ve gone.
Isn’t it true, when there is nothing left to lose,
Crazy is just a symptom of the blues?


Saturday night I saw you, baby, I was standing in the rear,
I know you didn’t notice; it was like I’d disappeared.
Isn’t it true, when there is nothing left to lose,
Crazy is just a symptom of the blues?


You can talk about me, baby, slander my good name,
Insinuating shit about me in a finger-pointing game.
Isn’t it true, when there is nothing left to lose,
Crazy is just a symptom of the blues?


I was merely lonesome, baby, but now I’m unemployed.
My little house of cards fell down, my world has been destroyed.
Isn’t it true, when there is nothing left to lose,
Crazy is just a symptom of the blues?

I stood before the mirror and I cut off all my hair.
I watched another man emerge while I was standing there.
Isn’t it true, when there is nothing left to lose,
Crazy is just a symptom of the blues.