Blowing the Blues

And when they ask you what I’m doing
Tell them I’m blooming     blowing
Busy blowing the blues away
Baby Blue   once   infant   turned baby gray
                                   baby grave
Sooner or Later
Nothing is bound to happen. 
Can’t feel and won’t do
Can’t blow it away
It won’t do       me   or you   or them  or else
Can’t blow my blues away

Because after all that trouble there’s nothing to it
So will you go now
And Take the Tale away
I’m busy blowing
blowing      my blues away