Now who was I, now who am I
Lord what have I done
Whistle blow down the B&O
Sounds like maybe someone's time has come
What comes after the blues
What comes after the blues
What comes after the blues
After the blues

You see I nailed my guilt to the back of my eyes
So I see it now before the sun
Now who was I, now who am I
Lord what have I done
What comes after the blues, after the blues

Now Noah must have had a lot of room on the ark
For all of them broken hearts
Stay with me now old crimson pal
Pain like this will even outlive the dark
They come after the blues, come after the blues
Come after the blues
Come after the blues
Come after the blues

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Writer(s): Jason Molina