Just around the corner there's heartache,
down the street that losers use.
If you can wade in through the teardrops,
you'll find me at the home of the blues.
I walk and cry while my heart beats
each time with the drag of my shoes.
The sun never shines through this window of mine,
it's dark in the home of the blues.
Oh but the place is filled with the sweetest memories,
memories so sweet that I cry.
Dreams that I've had left me feelin' so bad
I just want a give off and lay down and die.
So if you just lost your sweetheart
and it seems there's no good way to choose,
come along with me misery loves company.
You're welcome at the home of the blues.
