When the wind through the window

Blows across your pillow

And tells you sleepin' is wrong

If love goes a thirsting

Till you feel like bursting

Then nothing but the blues are brewin'

The blues are brewin'

Oh my

Music needs to be more like this.

I felt what she felt,

years passing don't mean a thing.

Our souls connect in futuristic spirals of

 time

rhythm

heart beats

and blues

still relevant, still relatable.

Thank you Billie.