I was counting the blues like a rhythm machine Making a list of bad places that I'd ever been Bad women who sold me bad friends who told me Fat times that withered too lean The whisky was sour, the music was stale Love was a joke and freedom was a jail It seemed the next bar was a distance too far I looked up and you were my bail Ray-gun smile won't you stay for a while Feels like you'll always be news It looks like your face is the only good news Stay with me your killing the blues I've got no car outside and no house in the hills The keys to no kingdom and no magic cure There's nothing more real than the way I feel Whatever you find here is yours Well there's only one place that we have to go And lonely is all that we've got to lose Out there its bad weather lets stay close together Well stay with me your killing the blues Stay with me your killing the blues Whatever you've got I can use Whatever you’re saying the game is, I'm playing Stay with me your killing the blues