Queens of the Breakers

It'll never come easy Babe if it don't come clean And if it won't come sweet, babe Sometimes it comes mean Its like trying to put a fire out With matches and gasoline We've been going around and around But how have you really been? You know we were good friends Its funny how we don't talk I flew over your city last night On a red-eye flight from New York I was looking for you down on the ground Wondering if you still remember The way that we just walked around Like the Queens of the Breakers I've been making up time I've been borrowing it too I've been taking advice that I Threw off in my youth Should have left it right there where you found it Instead of picking it up You wanted the world, but you drowned it At the bottom of the blues Its a reckoning feeling At the bottom of the blues We're begging and stealing You were ready to confuse Knowing and believing But you were right about the blues You were wrong about the meaning Talked with your mother We remembered when you were sick Felt like no one could help you You were falling and falling quick And it made a very heavy sound Like thunder on the mountain We were waiting for you to come around With the Queens of the Breakers I've been making up time And borrowing it too And I've been taking off disguises That I know are not true Should have left it right there where you found it You had to pick it up You wanted the world, but you drowned it At the bottom of the blues Is your arbitrator giving up At the broken alter of your love? Took the sugar out of your coffee cup Every sulfur morning, waking up At the bottom of the blues At the bottom of the blues At the bottom of the blues But you were right about the blues