it took a pretty big broom to sweep this room
and the dust still clouds my head,
but most of the you I was wading through is now piled beneath my bed
it’s a little blue day, but it stays and stays and we all play solitaire
it’s only my time that I waste this way, and I’ve got time to spare…

under this cloud, I’m just a little too proud to tell you
what I think about right now
it’s a little blue day, making its way,
I was hopin’ maybe you’d be back around…

I can cover it up with my love of loneliness,
it’s simple and so clean
make up enough reasons why it’s better this way,
you’d know what I mean….

under this cloud, I’m just a little too proud to tell you
what I think about right now
it’s a little blue day, making its way,
I was hopin’ maybe you’d be back around…

and it’s not that I’m all that caught,
I’ve been stuck this bad before
I’ll step out into the bright daylight if I ever find the door…
you can open the top of a brand new jigsaw box and every piece is there
but they’re covered with cardboard dust left from the cutting up,
some things you can’t repair…

under this cloud, I’m just a little too proud to count
the ways I think about you now
it’s a little blue day, making its way,
I was hopin’ maybe you’d be back around…