Radios playing the blues
Somebodys making the news
And Im rolling along
In the way that I do saying
I dont depend on you.

Hearing the words that you say
Watching you walking away
Telling myself Im just feeling blue and
I dont depend on you.

Now youre over there
All alone in your chair
While Im over here drinking wine
And Im asking the sky
Wont you please tell me why
That woman could never be mine.

Its getting late by now
Ive got to keep moving somehow
Telling myself Im just feeling blue and
I dont depend on you.