Ahmad's Blues

I go through the strangest kind of changes
Tryin to find myself a way to pay my dues
And would you believe it,
Im so urban
My suburban friends dont know my bag of blues
Im up in the mornin on the corner so sedated
That you hardly know its me
And late in the evening when
Im mellow
Theres my fellow with the world for me to see
Oh, its a world full of cocktails at nine
Dinners and wine and very late shows
And where the crowd goes
Im a girl with a world of her own
A queen on her throne
Till every things gone and then
I wake up to find that
Im a stranger
In a world where
I have never been before
I look for the man who held my hand
But now I know that hell be coming back no more
Im telling you bout this bag of blues
Its payin dues, but
I got news
Gimme that,
I really want that
Speakin bout bag of blues
Mister, Im payin dues
Listen Im changin shoes
Im gonna make me some changes
I walk in a daze and then
Im back to my apartment
Where Ill grab another wink
And doze on the sofa till eleven
Then get up and pour myself another drink
Then back at the party,
Ill be hearty
While waitin for some better news
But now in the meantime
Ill just sit right here and cool it
Were gonna cool it now
And listen to the rhythm
Ahmads blues