A little blue

On a cold winter night
A girl is walking downtown
Only shaky street lamps
Are lighting up her path

Riding on her left arm
A worn down guitar case
And a backpack on her back
Where she's stored away
A life of loss and hurt

She's walking back home
But she does not know
Where home is anymore,
She's had a few,
Neither one stood

She's pretty,
She's young
But the look in her eyes is old
And her soul only wears blue

Some years back
She walked down another path,
Her mood was happy
And her eyes were never sad,
It seemed to her
Like a good day
To leave everything behind

Riding on her left arm
A brand new guitar case
And a backpack on her back
Where she'd stored away
A pandora box of dreams and hopes

She rode a train
To the city where dreams come true,
Chasing for the horizon
Always right on sight,
Always out of reach,
Always blue...

She learned
That gold does not grow from leprechauns
And that fame and money do not come
To a girl who still keeps a little soul

So now she walks downtown
Every night searching for a home,
Selling her songs for a penny
For noone will buy her thoughts

The only thing she's got left,
Her voice
And her body
And a little blue soul.