[Lyric] Still Blue (Ghost Quartet Jazz)

Gotta hit the road
Catch that wind where it's blowing
Gotta listen close
For that breeze to turn into song

Wishing I could sit alone
In a little place I call my own
Where I'd let the breeze, where I'd let the breeze hit my lips
And turn into song

Well those lips are always gonna kiss me honey
Well those lips, they're gonna kiss me honey
Till I die

Don't worry
Don't be shy
No matter how many miles wide
Those lips are always gonna kiss me honey
They're gonna kiss me honеy till I die

Busy people
Thеy're gonna keep on moving
Busy people
They're gonna keep filling time before they die
Well we've all got one thing in common here
Our lives will end in time but here
Busy people
You better keep moving
You better keep filling time before you die
Gonna hit the road
Catch that wind where it's blowing
Gonna listen close for that breeze to turn into song
I've been sitting alone
I gotta a little place I call my own
Where I let the breeze
Where I let the breeze hit my lips and turn into song