Texty: Dave Alvin. Evening Blues.

Standin? barefoot in your kitchen door
Listenin? to the soft evenin? rain
Watchin? you dryin? off from your shower
You look at me like you don?t know my name

Then you heat the coffee on the stove
Pull the cup down from the shelf
And slowly turn your back on me
As I sing a blues song to myself

Yeah, I wish that I could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I?ve run out of sweet words to say

And I wish that I could hear
Yeah, I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing to yourself

Now all the makeup is washed off your face
And your hair is slicked back wet
You hung the dress up you wore last night
And changed the sheets on your bed

All the promises you whispered to me
I guess they?re meant for someone else
'Cause all I hear is the soft evenin? rain
And the blues that I sing to myself

Yeah, I wish that I could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I?ve run out of sweet words to say

And I wish that I could hear
Oh, I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing to yourself
The blues you sing to yourself

Now would you care if I walked out this door
Baby, I can?t really tell
Our eyes meet but we just look away
And sing our blues to ourselves

Yeah, I wish that could hold you, baby
But you seem so far away
Yeah, I wish that I could kiss you, baby
But I?ve run out of sweet words to say

And I wish that I could hear
Yeah I wish that I could hear
The blues you sing
The blues, the blues you sing to yourself