I can't see them with my eyes I can't touch them with my hands But I can feel them in a rainstorm in the desert's burning sands 'Cause they always seem to find me when I'm unaware Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair Bad news; bad news I say hello to the blues I can't hear them with my ears I can't drown them with my tears When I feel the air grow colder I know they're looking over my shoulder 'Cause they always seem to find me when I'm unaware Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair Bad news; bad news I say hello to the blues I can't shoot them with my gun I can't lose them if I run But someday I'll just walk away and I'll be laughing when I say That they nevermore will find me when I'm unaware Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair Good news; good news I say goodbye to the blues Oh, they nevermore will find me when I'm unaware Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair Good news; good news I say goodbye to the blues