Well You Can Well you can, Turn your back On all that you feel. Yet you’ll be off-track, ‘Cause the feelings are real. I guess you don’t wanna, Be in your own shoes, I’m telling you brother, Deal with them blues. Well you can, Well you can, Well you can, Make things easy, You can make things hard. You can find out why now, You have a broken heart. With a dose of reason, A case of blues aren’t that bad. Yet don’t kid yourself now, The blues are sad. Well you can, Well you can, Well you can, Let them blues, Make you weak. You can let them alter, All that you seek. While hoping and praying, To shelter your heart, Just know it’s useless, Not accepting your part. Well you can, Well you can, Well you can, Wish on a star, Streaking ‘cross the night. Or drive in your car, Away from dawns light. Can you face those feelings, Take a stand make the fight? Then blues are beaten And you’re alright. Well you can, Well you can.
Copyright © 2001 Rick Nolan Brett Martin Smith
Performed By Rick Nolan