the sun and me cant seem to agree on a time or place to show our weary heads every night i start a fight with myself about myself i never win what did people do when they were down and feeling blue did they call the doctor and shovel down some pills well they use to call it the blues now they call it a disorder im out of order artificial rays barely get me through the day dig me up and brush me off and send me on my way pack all my troubles in a jar send them out to sea with a note that plainly reads do not return to me well they use to call it the blues now they call it a disorder im out of order