This guy and girl were tight friends.
I ran into him today.
He says that here's where it ends.
'Cause she won't hear what he has to say.

A snowball grew from a speck.
And I don't want to believe.
I didn't forsee this train wreck.
All I can do now is grieve.

And it's blue skies,
This autumn day.
And I really need blue skies
Today.

They say I sleep like the dead,
But folks are still seeing red,
And I get no peace in bed,
With landlords fighting above my head.

And it's blue skies,
This autumn day.
And I really need blue skies
Today.

I don't know what to do.
I don't know what's the deal.
I don't know what is true--
I just know how you feel.
I care, you know I do.
But I'm just a third wheel.

And these are times of great war;
A sad tale we've heard before.
So many people in pain--
Perhaps that drives them insane.

And it's blue skies,
This autumn day.
And I really need blue skies
Today.

And it's blue skies,
No hint of grey.
And I really need blue skies
Today.

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