Staring from a cradboard castle down and out. One of life's young students find what its all about. Paper flutters angry taxi drivers shout. From the pages of a paper candles shine. On a perfect table laid for two who love to dine. They suggest a highly recommended wine. Once again the same old line. Why so sad. My fine young friend. Why so blue. Weary carriage horses stand in single file. Someone at a crowded bus stop wears a friendly smile. Touching nerves that no one's heard from in a while. Papers from the same old file. Why so sad. My fine young friend. Why so blue. Sometimes when eyes meet. You know. They have to meet again. Sometimes birds of a feather. Got to fly. Together oh. From a dingy attic window candles shine. On a perfect table laid for two who love to dine. Now they drink the highly recommended wine. Free at last and feeling fine. I'm so glad (I am so glad). My (It's not so bad). fine (It's not the end). young (I am the friend). friend (I am the friend). Glad for you. Well I'm so glad (I'd be so sad). My (It's not so bad). fine (It's not the end). young (I am the friend). friend (I am the friend). Glad for you. You used to be so blue. You used to be so blue. Why so blue