My Own Blues

Why don't you come home anymore You barely ever see our door And I don't know what were doing for sure I felt some things like I always do Every body is walking in other peoples shoes But not me, I got my own blues Why can't you see this look in my eye And tell that this smile isn't true For you , for you I can see that you can't see All the things that I seem to see And I don't know maybe it's just me But I don't know anything anymore Baby I'm just trying to be free I hear the whistle moaning low and maybe I'll jump on the track But I don't think I'm ever gonna come back I'm the conductor of my own train Running through the thoughts in my brain And I'll see my way out of this dark cave Oooh Oooh It don't matter anyway Cause all of these things are here to stay Maybe they'll fade away today Oooh Oooh