Out of the Blues

There's a man I met once.

His voice was gritty and his skin was dark; tanned darker by a southern sun and an eastward wind.

His words were wise with experience but his soul dripped sadness.

In a verse, he could tell you where you were coming from. Though his origins were unknown.

His voice had a bit of Georgia...or was that Alabama? No, definitely Arkansas. No that's wrong, too.

His origins were unknown. He came,

from out of the blues.

In 3 chords, he could tell you your future. In 3 more, he'd make sense of your past.

In the turnaround he'd reveal your greatest triumph. Then liken it to a time of vulnerability; that time you were most indefensibly exposed.

I was leveled to nothing, then he brought me back up. The chorus showed me his nascence and pulled me in with him. He left me there to crawl out on my own.

to crawl out.

Out of the Blues.