In the end there's still that song
Comes cryin' like the wind.
Down every lonely street that's ever been

Stella Blue. Stella Blue.

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel,
Can't win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
Gonna make them shine, shine

It all rolls into one
And nothing comes for free,
There's nothing you can hold, for very long.

And when you hear that song
Come crying like the wind,
It seems like all this life was just a dream.