"Bring my love, my love home to me"

She rarely receives her mother's love
Her father treats her just like a son
And no one sees the woman she's become

They just can't get past the girl
Perfectly preserved like porcelain
Beautifully majestic, forever young

So she's decided to live inside her head
Surround herself with her own mortal dread
Ah she thinks it's gonna make it so much easier
She thinks she's got a monopoly on the blues

She never answers when I call
When we speak it's through a wall of alcohol
I'm the schoolboy she's made to wait down the hall

She tells me that love is free
But she don't know what it's costing me
The man the invisible woman doesn't see

So now I've decided to live in my own head
Surround myself with my own mortal dread
Oh but I know it's not gonna make it any easier
'Cause I know no one's gotta monopoly on the blues

And you know why?
It's because the blues is a free market enterprise
That no one has a monopoly upon
When you think it's coming to crash down on you
It's really come to crash down on me
When I think it's coming to crash down on me
It's really coming to crash down on you

Well she came to me just like a dove
But I was the bloodthirsty falconer
I sent my birds of prey after her

I don't know why we do these things
We're like Mother Teresa trapped inside James Dean
Well I guess you just can't overcome your genes

So now we all live in our own heads
Surround ourselves with our own mortal dread
Oh but good people it's not gonna make it any easier
'Cause you know we got no monopoly on the blues

And now you know why
Because the blues is a free market enterprise
With no regulation
To keep them from crashing down on you
I got to keep them coming to crash down on me
And to keep them from coming to crash down on me
You have to keep them from coming to crash down on you

Oh, but it's hard
Don't you know it's hard

Ain't it hard to be a star-crossed lover
Living in a blues economy

Where you think it's all about you
And I think it's all about me

But it's like the greatest of love stories
Though you know the conclusion well before the end

You say, "This time I won't fall for it"
But you do every time and every time it does you in

Ain't it hard to be stuck inside a star-crossed love
Living in a blues economy

It's like being separated at birth from your siamese twin
Well you get so close to them on occasions but you know you'll never be joined to them again

Ain't it hard
Ain't it hard

It's like that greatest of all love stories
It has to be lived, you know, to be believed

Still it's hard, ain't it hard
Yes it's hard, ain't it hard

"Bring my love, my love home to me"