moonlit girls hiding in the dunes stars are falling like rockets in ruins i m in the meadows where the roses bloom the orange blossoms shaking loose the lovers talking like lovers do the summer s twilights had em fooled yonder come yonder come yonder come the blues now clap your hands baby stomp your boots yonder come the blues my feet are planted in the waist high reeds in the shadows in the shade of trees in the kingdom s smoky leaves you d be laughing too if you could see on the outskirts long and lean not bearing gifts on a jet black steed yonder come yonder come yonder come the blues ain t no rumor it s simply true yonder come the blues a dozen fingers and an easy touch throwing ashes in the pixie dust i m locked and loaded now off the bus it s got us numbered the two of us now sing that gospel and get your thrills raise the roof off and strike the bell you d be dancing too if you could tell it s waking up and coming out of its shell down the boulevard sirens pass into the underworld deep and black with brass and ladders pick and axe on down the stairwell through the blast now single file out don t be last not every one of us is coming back  yonder come yonder come yonder come the blues now move on back and let them through yonder come the blues
['modern folk rock']