Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,

Let me go away from this lonely town,

Won't be long till my sun will be blue,

Cos I know I'm on my last go round.

All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,

Wouldn't heal all the pain in my soul.

What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow,

With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,

Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving.

Got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye!

What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow,

With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,

Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving.

I got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye