Muscle Blues Lyrics

Wrapped in loving arms

Jet fuel fills my ears

My mum starts to cry

Dad lets out a sigh

I walk to our house

In my dreams

Past abandoned records

I knock on the front door

Blues hide in your muscles

Blues hide in your muscles

Licorice makes the rounds

Dad cooks up a roast

Mum's doing a jigsaw

A piece falls to the floor

Sit up at the table

Talk like old friends

Charlie holds his own

Still feels like my home

Blues hide in your muscles

Blues hide in your muscles

Blues hide in your muscles

Blues hide in your muscles

Days ache

Weeks ache

Months ache

Years ache

Days ache

Weeks ache

Months ache

Years ache