The newsreel is rolling Words are at an all time cheap The more they are talking The less it means to me Terrifying feeling creeping in Without a sound I know it’ll pin me If I stop to turn around Casting off again Not knowing where to land Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I’m only passing through The ache of a decade The cure is overdue for this Brand new kind of blue Floating through the ceiling High up over the trees Saw a panoramic view Of my whole history The city was all buzzing On every wire and track Through it all I heard a voice Calling me to come back All those birthday cards Buried out in the yard Casting off again Not knowing where to land Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Hoping that I’m only passing through The ache of a decade The cure is overdue for this Brand new kind of blue Drifting in a brand new kind of blue Drifting in a brand new kind of blue